Welcome back my old friend.
Come and join me just as times before.
Sit beside me while life moves forward.
Moving on till the light grows dim.
We are much the same.
You and I.
We both move sluggishly on.
As the world passes hurriedly by.
Sitting beside an old friend.
How much more comfort can be.
To watch seasons change all too quickly.
Silently listening to one another.
When will others learn?
Life is so very short.
Wasting time on idol things.
We should be enjoying even the smallest miracle.
Light fades behind a darkened curtain.
Obscuring sight of our brightest light.
Heavy fog wafts through the night.
Silence settles all around us.
It is said from those afore.
“A picture is worth a thousand words.”
What more must be said then naught.
To look upon such as we.
To know the depths of our hearts.
No longer needing words.
To speak even the most complex thought.
It already is hung between.
We are a peculiar lot.
Seeing all that goes unsaid.
Hearing all that is not seen.
We are just waiting on the world.
Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©
