Friend
The skies roll by like a distant sea
The approaching storm unsettles me
Far away, I hear the thunder
The absence of the rain makes me wonder
The violent waves crash against the shore
Tranquility exists no more
A tiny island yet wanting to be free
Seeking shelter the birds fly low
Only to find there is nowhere to go
The storm breaks
The rains begin to fall
The island is caught feeling lost and small
The symbolism here is plain to see
You are the storm the island is me
Yet the sun could shine once again
If only you would be my friend.
1/30/1984
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Life is not measured by the breaths that we take;
it's measured by the moments that take our breath away!
LIVE, LOVE, AND LAUGH!
Energize the life you live!
Kat
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