Out of the mists of the past
comes a soft voice; a good friend,
a warmth that has lasted so long.
A song begun many years ago
in the comfortable presence of you.
A caring voice that has always
brought me warmth, comfort and laughter.
An ardent heart that has
always and ever been my friend.
You have found me, once again...
and I revel in the light of this gift.
Come, share this wine...smell the roses
that line the way to this place
and let me look upon the face
I have not seen in so very long;
more than twenty years gone
and this song still plays -
So, as we reminisce of days
that were...let us also
acknowledge what now is;
The appreciation of wisdom gained,
of hurt learned and of
humility accepted in the
face of all that ever was, is or may be;
let us look at the friend I have in you -
and the friend that you've cherished in me.

© 2003,  Deborah L. Kelly