Something I wrote at the request of a friend, which on reflection fits with the current changes.

The Small World Syndrome

Firelight’s Flickering Caress


Rebirth of the new year,

and all that I hold dear.

Sunlight kissing pale green leaves,

stirring youthful memories.

Dear friend…towards which

dreams like stars shall we

ascend?

What fresh adventures approach upon

the wings of tomorrow?

What joys….

What sorrows….

How swift the noon of life

like summer comes.

Till sunset, and the firelight’s

flickering caress finds us in the

arms of our loved ones.

 

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