Poems Past

I go through poems past with longing heart The words revive my heart though far apart from poets who have crossed through veil of death. Unknown to them, their love still gives me breath I read and wonder where my friends have gone Their poems still remain, but what went wrong? Why are they silent, why did friendship die? I write to them and ask the question why I feel again the love between the lines The little tell tale clues, the little signs That speak of hidden romance soon to bloom, yet withered are the words now, filled with gloom So much has changed, so much remains the same Some words are laced with laughter, some with pain, and though nostalgia offers me a kiss, I know that there are those I'll always miss But you are here, a constant in my life We've been through times of joy and times of strife Your presence lingers still and soothes my soul The poems that you write? They make me whole. Eileen Manassian Ghali