Perhaps our eyes will have aged
when we see each other on the day after
now
quiet springs the eastern sky
birds wake the song
soul holding
Eternal peace
Opening calm
as the afternoon blues
bring silent streams
of memory when laughter
brought hope; when eyes spoke
of times when we stood
closely
listening
as the wind carried us
to another day;
perhaps our eyes will sing
when we see our friend again
and warmth holds
heart