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walk with me

I long to hear those meadow larks

you've mentioned in your stories

and see grass so green

that it could make even envy cry

you don't know how I long to hear

you even say the simple word good bye

again

oh yes

even that very word that long ago

broke my heart

I could take even that if it meant

that I could look into those amazing

eyes of yours just once more

for you and you alone so beautifully

painted me 'your flower'

to look far more real

than she ever really thought she could

be

but for you I was

I realize that now

only when it is far too late

regret gives me her hand

I made such a mess of our parting

and yet

such pain

taught me how to better feel

to finally appreciate this love that

I am quite capable of giving

my gift to the page

and  this poem is for all to read

my legacy of you

the man I shall never forget

who so selflessly introduced me

to such incomparable joy

'The Water Of Life'.................

(March 2, 1999)