TaLes in PoeTry
WonderWell, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey, too;
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
Wish a wish that is kind and true.
For memory has painted this perfect day
With colours that never fade,
And we find, at the end of the perfect day,
The soul of a friend we've made.
Such friendship are the shadow of the evening,
which strengthens with the setting sun of life.
But at the end of the day,
The longings will still stay.
Perhaps no heart can truly be alone,
Perhaps loving someone is the only starting place there is,
for making your life your own.
So i sit here and ponder,
and marvel and gaze,
our friendship will ease,
to our heart's content.