John Allen Richter
My Lost Friend - Poem by John Allen Richter
In later years - while my very bones ache -
lamenting the creaking noises of youth gone by..
only thoughts of your sweet tenderness -
verify my will to remain alive.
Even though my winter comes,
yieldingly I let it snow me under and over...
Obstinately though I find its shiver
under memories covered by ivy and clover.
Light upon my head, my sweet butterfly -
in a world where your journey only begins.
Leave to me these sweet memories, and -
yearningly, my heart forever spins....
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