Sometimes I wake when it is dark
And lie abed with vision stark
I hear the creak each structure makes
As wind and rain the silence breaks !
I note how trees do bend and sway
It seems that dawn is on her way
The day begins its morning song
As silent we will join the throng !
The senses soon repeat the flow
Who knows where each new day will go
Because today may bring surprise
God hear my prayers before I rise !
I’d like to think that we were friends
But that’s not where the story ends
We shared great times along the way
The path was straight, we did not stray.
When we were young each fell in love
What was it we were dreaming of
Our hearts were true and pure somehow
But things are not so simple now !
That golden hair has turned to white
With little will left here to fight
Mementos that we meant to keep
Got lost in some discarded heap,
The times long gone of used to be
Our friendship found eternity !
Claire V. Bogdanos 