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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eye'd, Such seems your beauty still. ~ William Shakespeare I have looked into the mirror Looking for a trace....a trace of my youth A trace of the girl that I used to be... Is she there? Buried deep? Is she still part of me? Years can't be halted, change can't erase.. And there...in my face, are the lines of experience Stories and time...I see staring back at me A part of me wants to grieve for that girl The girl that I was.. Has she vanished for good? Oh, I do understand.... That I can't hang on to "then".. To days long ago, when time was our friend When summers, together, seemed never to end But, then............ , here by chance, we meet up once again..... Our friendship born in childhood..so young, and carefree You...with bright eyes, and brown hair that fell long Around your high cheeks ...and a wide, gamin smile! You were the one who's light shined so brightly Who's charm, laugh, and wisdom I fondly admired A girlhood where we danced together in sweet grass under sunny skies And under nighttime stadium lights, to the music of the high school band After years, that have taken us to separate worlds In my mind, and in my dreams you have always been The fair maiden, the one who held my hand Two girls who made promises...who sat in the dark, under a summer sky And talked of our "somedays", of our future, our hopes By the light of the moon, we wished upon the stars Now here in this moment, I have found you again And here in this moment, I have found "me" again.... I can be that girl again....as we share our history our moment in the sun, ....I am "her", again!.. I can be that child, I can be fifteen, I can wear a crown, upon a teenaged throne... And I can still dance to the sound of the drum, and the tuba, I can sing football songs, and gossip about the boys, and make fun of the stuck-up girls and laugh about the teachers we didn't like, and about the night of the prom, when I cried in your arms I can hear Johnny Mathis singing "Misty", and the words will make me weep I can hear "Canadian Sunset" as it lulls me off to sleep Perhaps the stars have faded a bit...but beyond the weary miles They still shine when I look into your eyes...my dear friend, from the past... They will shine through the ages.........where a summer will always last.... ~ ~ For Frank's Contest:
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