Oh, Richard Ruef, I remember you.
And sunlit strolls; oh, quiet interlude.
We studied; then we danced at night’s adieu.
The dreams live on a lifetime to conclude.
Your promise locked within a future new.
Near poetry of moths and lengthy halls,
As to my memory our dreamland falls.
Discovering your hopes a little late.
You left behind a friendship that had grown.
But, I was young and lost at virtue’s gate.
Our fate denied like thoughts of you, alone.
To see you once again would be so great.
Under a porch light, sharing present lives.
My open window waits; the hilltop thrives.
November 9, 2014