A Poem dedicated to my friend Casey Ruble and written for her in time of trials |
The wispy waves of o’er, In time gone back to first Through trials, famine, loss, The steadfast ones stand firm Their piercing eyes of depth Their keen true hearts of gold Beat one with mine and yours With us through highs and lows As time winds fow’rds again, The life we live proceeds Unending trials faced Yet all with someone sees We need them yes, yet are them We want, yet give ourselves Their names we all know well And will forever more For such is our life time To give each other hope And through all tears and hurts They give us hands to hold They fight and fight for our sakes worth, Through fiery bitter tears They labor quite, in the dark To show how much they feel These people as we know, Present themselves to hear Our hurts our wants, to dry our tears, They wish to hear our fears Through everything aboundeth An ever present force A mighty hold does bind us That which ensnares our hearts I speak of our own friends, These people Oh so dear We have a claim on them As both have tread the years Togetherness now binds us, Without them we are lost Through time we do so wander Yet friends, sweet friends are ours. |