friendship

 

in those quiet hours

when dreams are born

and restless

visions haze:

in that sleepy place

i step out

and walk

through a timeless

maze.

it's at this place

where I see your face:

your image

lingers there.

i walk the

places we have

walked and

remember sweetly

where we've talked

of princes, kingdoms,

pain, thoughts of

growing old

and wisdom

brought at the

price of our youth.

             in those quiet hours

             i think of you.

--Maryanne Radmacher

[Print of this poem was given to me by my best friend since high school, Julie).