| Aug 02 2011 |
An Ode To My Friends At MDJunction
Still at my busied desk one close of day,
I wrote--that eve--some small, but telling note to say
that you were fondly figured in my thoughts that day.
As light as cotton wool,
how delicate those fleeting thoughts,
as little cloud-wisp'd lambs arrayed.
So charming was that scene
in which they leapt and played,
that--were I able--would have gladly stayed.
But, as the dreary cares of day would oft intrude,
those gentle, rally'd thoughts raised aloft my mood....
a tonic gratefully accepted, never understood.
It might have been a recollection of your pain,
that called out to my heart again, again,
with offered prayers for wellness,
in fondest dream no suffering remain.
It might have been a recollection of your laugh,
a music lit by twinkling eyes,
your self-effacing humor, comely sighs.
Or more, your kind, forgiving soul, when I would weakest be,
upon your strength rely.
And so, tomorrow when the morning sun
shall herald long night's end,
you will--no doubt--be in my thoughts again.
And I shall then--as now--be pleased to call you, 'Friend !'
love,
'Zahc'
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