Thursday, 28 October 2010

To S,  Forty-Four Years Friends.

Searching for signs to follow
In fog
I have groped by pits and snares,
My many wild words mirrored
Chambers of a cold eternity.
But look now-
Utterly unsummoned comes tripping along
My longest friend.
She gazes into my eyes
Finds in them no premonition of a tear,
But only kisses, smiles
And every easy laugh.

2 comments:

Ann Nichols said...

What a great and lovely friendship. How very special to have a friend for whom you want to write a poem - I'm sure S must feel good all over!
Ann

Sonia Florian said...

Dear Jane,

This is Sonia, your latest follower I believe. Thank you so much for the heartfelt comment you wrote on my post about my wedding. I don't know yet how to answer to comments, but I wanted to reply to you as soon as possible.

Of course you are more than welcome to follow my blog, it will make me very very happy. I have also allowed my self to follow yours, for it is a source of beauty and inspiration.

Thank you for writing with emotion!

Sonia