When you are gazing up at the stars and watching them sparkle, think of me staring at the moon as I look at the same dark skies.
As I sit there, Wishing I was up there with a glint in my eyes.
During your personal moments of reflection, I hope you think of me, and remember our friendship from long, long ago.
In times of calm and peace, stop for a moments lost reflection, and listen to the birds singing in the trees.
I imagion you smiling as you recal times of us as youngsters playing in the snow. When the night air is still, and the waters flowing down streams near by are harmonious and tranquil; just spend a moment or two, and think of me.
Since we have been reunited, after twenty years been apart, I have thought of you often, as you are the final piece of a jigsaw, that was once torn apart.
In the back of my child-hood memory, I visualised you in your red and white checked dress, walking to our school.
Those days of autumn leaves falling, whilst peacocks in the woodland were calling. These are some of the fond memories I have of you.
The memories of breakfast on a Monday morning, as you sat in the corner, as other kids were still yawning.
Under the stars we gather, connecting as one in the darkness, we sit alone, seperated by two continants devide, but still under the same dark skies.
