From a dream the shadow takes shape,
Then I remember the day, the time, the place.
The features become more in detail,
And I see the stone like eyes- cold and hard as hail.
Still moving, still gliding forward, it comes;
And takes the face of the Lost One.
One I once loved.
One I once knew.
One who once was always there.
One into who's eyes I would longingly stare.
The One blandly smiles,
And just stands for a while.
Our distant epoch apart has left us both in distress.
It is time now, for those crimes been confessed,
To be put away and layed to rest.
In an embrace, we weep;
Neither bothers to glance at the other's face.
We know the expressions,
We feel the sorrow projected out of our eyes.
To look is to bring more misery, not surprise.
As the bad is forgotten,
And the good cumberously remembered;
I am forgiven and loved again.
It is of great honor, to once again have this lost friend.
© 1999-2002 bounce.to/blacklabb
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