Dear Friend

Morning (bottom) and evening (top): The things we take for granted, without knowing if we will have another.

In these riddles
I have you in my mind

The days, the seasons
That which has been constant
That which we knew wasn’t forever
That which is a habit now

We cannot hold on even if we wanted to
We will be thankful for what we have
But eyes do well up
At the prospect of not having another day, another season.

Seasons, the cycle of life: Everything comes and goes, what are we trying to hold on to?

Love and Dare

A young love fired my virgin heart
We held hands under the summer sun
There was passion and great promise
But the differences and inexperience won

Split between different worlds
I went with everything but my heart
But when promises meant nothing
Hope too left me at last

I have met my questions and shaken hands with my fears
The heart knows no more bottoms and it soars high
When the heart never dreamt small in rooms dark
Why will it limit when all I can see is sky