Treasures of Gold

Today, we farewelled a very dear friend of mine, David, this poem is in his honour and with my love. 
 
Treasures of Gold
 
Hello Twinkles!
Man of dapper ware and lyrical tongue.
Which pinpoint insight into me will you launch in my direction today? 
Sword drawn, your open challenge to engage. 
Now with slightly mellowed whit, with age.
 
Front and centre focus
I’m the fish on your hook
Wriggling in the stirred water of our conversation
Dancing on my toes
Trying to bring your probe to a close.
 
But you never let me loose so lightly
As you care, with depth and love.
Your dare, to go where many others don’t.
You fish, you drill down, you pan for gold
Presenting your nuggets with a grin, as they unfold.
 
In turn, you ask for my counsel
So I unfurl my map, offered to smooth your ruffled mind.
With diplomacy shut out of the room
We trade honesty back and forth,
Sharing our truths
Our eyes, attention and words becoming balm to soothe.
 
My dear treasured friend
Man of mind, fragility and strength.
I’m gasping for air at the sudden swift loss of our known regular constant.
The door is shut firm, it is gone.
 
Thank you.
For decade upon decade with an open ear.
I will keep you near, my David-dear.
And in my mind
You will find
Our treasures of gold.
These I shall closely hold
For you and me to keep
And to share with you when you visit me in my sleep.
Come soon.  Please.
Rest, dear friend, it’s good you’re now at ease.
And if you’re looking down from above
Know that, by many, you were deeply loved.