The Great Friend -Carol Kate Chard-Hargett Poem by Subrata Ray

Some thing beyond this prosaic reason,
You stand to beautify my romantic green,
And like Dove, in my poetry,
You here have brought the first Spring.

I remember with tearful-gratitude,
Your tender light and cozy breezy winks,
And the enigmatic bliss of your soul,
In those days of my spiritual suffering.

Never did I try to measure,
The spontaneity of inspiration that I owe to you,
From your divine realm you have come,
And that was what I knew.

Dearest Carol Kate Chard-Hargett,
I remember, how by you I was humbled and re-made,
And how my psychic found a bike, with your awake.

And now when this earthly lease is sure to over,
The Soul wishes to leave this,
I recognize your story as a bliss -divine,
In my poor -being, your worth would ever shine.