Memories Washed With Tears
I awoke this morning early,
an ache within my soul;
a longing, deep, beat at my heart
in waves hard to control.
Weeks have passed since you and I
stood together face to face;
I have searched the world around me,
yet none can take your place.
You shared a special part
of this life of mine;
together we drank deeply
of youth's sparkling wine.
We seldom write a letter;
your voice I do not hear;
but many times before me
your image will appear.
Our hearts are bound together;
our thoughts still intertwine,
though the distance now is great
between your home and mine.
Today I feel your presence
though I have not heard one word;
friendship stretched across the miles,
my memories gently stirred.
True friends find birth in God's great heart;
their roots grow strong and deep.
Your friendship is mine forever,
a treasure I can keep.
Today I will spend in reverie,
a long and sweet review;
I will wash our memories with tears
and celebrate knowing you.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
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