I mourn the lost of yesteryear, <br />Of friendship fresh when first newfound <br />Of open hearts and eager ears <br />That loadstone like kept two lives bound <br /> <br />I wept each moment’s winged flight <br />That lingered not o’ music’s air <br />That swelled the soul with sheer delight <br />But mist-like, halved when loves were shared <br /> <br />I grief the bygone seventh-day noons <br />When wearied strength found resting home <br />Where though the week-long labours loomed <br />Chronos stopped; - an instant stoned <br /> <br />Lamenting - I recall the nights <br />Filled with words of long exchange <br />Filled with minds’ illumining light <br />Darkened now to a yearning’s pain <br /> <br />I tried the best that I knew how <br />To close the distance of each crack <br />To mend the awkward silence’s sound <br />That rose behind my knowing’s back <br /> <br />I gave my effort, time and all <br />My waking hours of the morn <br />My care to shield each rain that falls <br />With well-thought words of deed or song <br /> <br />Alas, these joys - a recent past <br />Are lost beyond my mending’s skill <br />Are never pleasures gained if asked <br />So these affections - now I still.<br /><br />Tay Winston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-elegy-to-a-friendship/
