Tuesday, 22 April 2008

To A Lost Friend

No wind to shake
The trees tonight.
Just some leaves
Doused in yellow.
And the half moon
Like a child, cradled,
Is going down, down
Too far to see.

There were times when
You never asked.
Looked the other way
Said you couldn’t believe.
Cast your nets around
For someone else’s eyes.

Then I get to thinking
Of degrees
And the walls that divide.
I remember you,
Ugly, once
Beautiful, thrice.

1 comment:

faran said...

does the name Henry David Thoreau mean anythng to you?