My Lost Friend

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….

* this poem is an acrostic