Stone Gardens of Deaths Life

I visited with a old friend today I haven't sat with him in years
Nowadays he cant speak but what he said to me spoke volumes
He told me to keep plowing my own paths for the ground of tomorrow
Is to shaky to build on He said love doesn't mean you stay and staying
Doesn't mean your loved He said sometimes friends have no choice but to leave
and leaving doesn't mean that you are not friends He told me our lives are filled
With crossroads but if you have no idea where you are heading it will never
Matter what road you choose He shared with me that chasing a dream your
Entire life doesn't mean you will be truly satisfied when you catch it
He spoke softly and whispered many people live their entire lives in the rain
but just because you are caught in the rain never means you have to get wet
He shouted to me that everyone shows off their scars to the world but the scars
That never heal are the only ones the World can never see He  mumbled as he said
That you cant see as much looking down from the top of the World as you can from
Looking up from the bottom of it He winked and said he was always taught a
Eye for a Eye but he finally discovered this only lead to both people being left blind
When the time came for me to leave he wasn't even looking I silently Shed a tear although
He could not have heard it anyway and began the journey back to my life
I wiped the dust off of our memories and the scripture that is his legacy
I stopped as the sun set over his presence and with my back to him I replied
Nowadays I live not love the moments for I have found Love vanishes swiftly
I understand that Life can be immortal if ones memory never dies but Immorality
Can never be the pursuit of ones life I no longer fear the Darkness rather I cherish
Its embrace for that is where I have discovered my most enlightenment Its the
Point where the hard roads of life come to a end and the dirt paths of the
Journey begins Ive discovered that success is not living each moment it is rather
The experience we leave with after each moment has been lived I no longer stop
To smell the roses now I steal them from the ground and harbor them in my soul
as I plant them in my own field of despair far from the Worlds prolific sight
For it is there I know the weeds of life cannot smother them from the light of death
Or the dark of Life and the garden of existence can flourish once again
I began my trek again back to my life and paused briefly to see if he would speak to me again
But with the setting of the sun our conversation dissapeared and the shadows of the past faded
I hope to visit with him again soon so that I might navigate the concrete garden and the lessons laid
to rest in the ground on which I stood I now understand the reason for his departure
for I have learned more in the silences of his death than I ever did in the screams of his life