My Friend

 

Oh come, my friend, and walk with me!

See us, as we used to be.

 

Filled with hope, for yet to see,

Our sojourn through mortality.

 

Oh come, my friend, and see me there;

So fresh, so young-without despair.

 

Remember, remember--the sweet smell of Spring,

The dry leaves of Fall, and Winter's Three Kings.

 

Sweet spirits, that danced in studio's dark-

Brown eyes shining--turns embers to sparks.

 

Remember, remember-that feeling of bliss-

Remember, remember-cheeks brushed with a kiss.

 

A sweet voice in song, and tears in our eyes!

Remember, remember--that love never dies..

 

Awaken in us--that moment again-

Your eyes to mine;

The eyes of my friend....

by

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©1999