I Would Tell You More Of Him,

You Were Born Together, And Together You Shall Be Forevermore. You Shall Be Together When The White Wings Of Death Scatter Your Days. Ay, You Shall Be Together Even In The Silent Memory Of God. But Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness, And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You.

And Let Your Best Be For Your Friend. If He Must Know The Ebb Of Your Tide, Let Him Know Its Flood Also. For What Is Your Friend That Your Should Seek With Him Hours To Kill? Seek With Him Always Hours To Live. For It Is His To Fill Your Need, But Not Your Emptiness. And In The Sweetness Of Friendship, Let There Be Laughter, And The Sharing Of Pleasures. For In The Dew Of Little Things The Heart Finds Its Morning And Is Refreshed.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth./the Archer Sees The Mark Upon The Path Of The Infinite, And He Bends You With His Might That His Arrows May Go Swift And Far.

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.

You Shall Be Held Down By The Chains Of Your Own Judgment.