Celebration - Poem by CHARMAINE SIMPSON
As I lay in the state between sleep and racing thoughts,
Thoughts of the night just spent once again with the few close to my heart.
If I tried to count all the wonderful memories I have shared with them,
The number would be infinity.
Behind my eyelids I have glimpses of the night just passed,
Vivid fractals flashing and changing colour
Familiar faces smiling beautiful smiles of bliss.
Time suspended then seemingly almost stolen.
Comfort, closeness, honesty, warming sounds of familiar tunes.
Friends holding their own special place in my heart.
If I could freeze time I would stay in this state of happiness forever.
Sunday 16th June 2002
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