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

About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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