Sweet sound of laughter

And silent cries,

A glimpse of light,

Through tear stained eyes,


In silent darkened rooms,

A voice calls to me,

Beckoning my return,

To safer times, to be with me,


We fare thee well,

And trip the light,

And pretend,

There is no illusion,


But certainty and distance

The dividing abyss,

The detriment of reality,

And all goes amiss,


Times that we have walked,alone,

In wind and snow and sun,

Loneliness is banished,

In presence of someone,


Lets drink til dawn,

And greet the day,

And say good night again,

To you, til then,my dearest friend,

My emptiness is at an end,

Or just illusion, as it ever was,