The Bond

Posted on Posted in Poetry

Soft is the morning light;

Smooth is the lake.

Strong are the ties that hold

A bond that will not break.

 

Will I see you next;

In my mind’s eye?

Or in the shadow of death;

A teardrop in the sky?

 

For we cannot tell what life will bring

To each and every day.

But life gives everything to us

And we must find the way.

 

So fare thee well for now my friend

I’ll see you soon I know.

If not just in my mind’s eye

Before the cock will crow.

 

Bright is the Northern Star

Black is the sky

This isle we share

Will never die.

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