December 15, 2006
Can the world permit me to call this night my night?
Sitting like a child I stare on the dark inviting sky
Thinking of the few who knows me by heart
My mind forms images of the few but I don’t see you
It is because it is not your face that I recall
That I will want to remember in any given time
Beauty does not qualify in friendship
I wonder why it is in love.
My wondrous mask is strong but you made it weak
Your amiable concern touches my wall of deception
Your grateful cry made me believe I can write
What more can I ask from an encouraging friend
But a remembering heart as we journey life
Separately we go but keeping touching memories.