In the latest hour of the coldest night,
A word ungraves a memory;
Silently, unwillingly.

We were young then:
Gazing forward into uncertain years,
Unchecked by reality.
I thought them enough -
My unspoken thoughts, my distanced heart.

In the dark I saw you,
With a radience of your own.
Still then, my world clung to shadow -
As you to I.

The seasons passed and the years went.
Through the fluttering snow and the fleeting rain,
Upon a world of imperminence,
Nonetheless -
I believed in you.




Alas,




It is said that promises are made to be broken.
If then -
Are dreams raised to be only shattered?

Our friendship drifted apart;
Two unchecked boats riding the seas with sails unfurled.
The wind was as flowing time, the waves were as the changing world.

I gaze upon your face -
Now so strange - and yet so familiar.
I recall the chain of deep trust;
That then unbreakable bond,
Now shattered by distant years.

With words I would speak to you,
With arms I would reach to you.
But the past is no longer,
And in my morrows you are no more.










I'm sorry, I've had no will to write of late.