What began in dawning spring, now is winter's night.
Come walk a ways with me on my journey to the light.
Take my hand; we'll just walk and talk a while.
We'll be forever friends, go that extra mile.
Lots to share and lots to tell... that I am for sure.
I'll tell of hopes and dreams, memories to endure.
I've traveled so many paths, with many a hurt and sting.
Seems like minutes ago, but it was early... in the spring.
I don't know where the time has gone since way back then.
Lots of trouble sorting things out .. the where.... the when.
I remember summer, the warm breeze blowing through my hair,
Laughing memories, “did this”, “did that”, as my life I share.
There were hard times, pain beneath a heavy load. I agree!
Yet there were the times of beauty as far as you could see.
It was in the fall, as leaves turned from green to rust, gold, red,
I took a soulful look at the wandering paths I'd tread.
At times, don't always know the best way I should go.
I get lost! Lose my way...take paths piled deep in snow.
Winter is the greatest challenge, if truth be told .
My head says spring; my body shivers in the cold.
Now I see a turn ahead, one veering to the right.
I know that's your way; I must go toward the light.
Perhaps, beyond that unknown space of where and when,
Our paths will cross, then merge, and we'll be friends again.
Until...
Cecelia
