Wandering paths

Once we walked side by side,

Or once I thought we did.

Then, who can say why-

Perhaps was pride,

Of which I'd glady rid-

We grew apart, though not at heart.

But who can say for sure?

Who will admit to never forgetting?

No, let our past be a blur.

If you will not say it,

Then I will not say it.

And we will forever wonder.

Did I truly know you as a child?

When life seemed innocent and wild?

I cannot say my memories endur.

Do yours? Perhaps they do.

But if you will not say it,

Then I will not say it.

And I will forever wonder,

If the love I saw was true;

The love in those eyes so blue.

What is the love of a child?

When one is innocent and wild?

Is it real? Is it something you can still feel?

I cannot say I've tried.

To say I have is to say I remember.

Oh how I hate this pride.

I once thought of you as my brother,

Or, I think atleast I tried.

Did you ever think of me as your sister?

Ever wish I'd never left your side?

We're still friends,

Old acquaintances.

Our paths cross again and again;

Some times I wonder why.

All our faults,

All our differences,

Make the soul in me sigh.

And I stare into your eyes

The color of the seas

Could you, for once, be honest?

To yourself, to me, please?

So tell me now before you go...

If you were to look into my eyes,

The windows to my soul,

Beyond the pretense and all the lies,

What do you behold?

Is there a light, like a flash across the sky,

When we watched the dance of lightning, just you and I?

And the thought that I no longer knew you

Or, perhaps, never had, made me cry.

Do you see the narrow staircase?

Or do you see the starry sky?

We would watch it through the window;

That window seemed a mile high.

Do you think "friends are friends forever"

Everytime we say goodbye?

Probably not. Neither do I.

The one thing I remember

Is my prayers for you.

I was so very constant;

It was all that I could do.

I would stand, up on the rooftop,

See the stars, and think of you.

You showed me I could always do what I set my mind to.

And when I'd say "I can't," you always said I could.

You always saw the best, and for that I meant to thank you.

But I never thought I'd see you again.

You could never stay long where you've already been.

You always did like a new beginning,

Or, walking in circles, like the hands on Big Ben.

So, while the earth keeps on spinning,

And the sun keeps on setting,

Maybe I'll still see you, now and again.

For our wandering paths seem to cross without end.

And you never know what's around the next bend.

(*thia L.