Friends of a Summer Night

Buried deep between the cracks, a photograph from yesterday, I hold it now, within my hand, as if between the hills and hollows a childhood bond that we once borrowed can take me back to days of old Who am I when I see your face? One glance and I am me again A side of me I might forget comes flooding back like summer rain refreshing dusty old refrains that come with smiles, and not of sorrow I'll hold within today, ... tomorrow.. Who am I when I look close? The child in me is born again A "me" I thought I'd tucked away Until I cast my eyes and see Two chums two friends, who used to be In your face, a trace of me is still alive, a younger me who worshiped you who looked into the summer night and made a wish, while you did too, and promised stars with all our might, that we would never drift apart But life moves on, and so did we, beyond the wish we made long nights when we held our hands, and felt a bond as young friends do,...perhaps beyond We sat upon the old porch floor In the chill of summer nights and drew upon the heat that leaked beneath the threshold of the door Our eyes would struggle through the dark to skies so sodden with the stars Our childhood friendship is a bond that returns to me in darker times it whittles away the cruelest tears and through the years, you come to me and by the hand you still take me back to the land of "used to be" _____________________ POET. UNDERTAKER Contest Name: Appreciate platonic relationships