Friday, July 13, 2007

"Wanton Friendship"

Where is my friend who comes to see me;
As I sit in the stairway and wait;
Doesn't he know I must hear his voice;
To break the stark reality of my void;
I see where our fingers were upon the sill;
As we talked on the last cloudy day;
The sun was not shining but my heart was;
Our words danced across the hallways;
And seemed to linger in the air;
But for a moment in time;
Where time had no power to move;
It were as though time itself was suspended;
I will cling to that moment until;
My friend comes to my side once again;
For I must hear his voice to break this silence;
To take me from the stark reality of my void;

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