I once had a thoughtful friend, <br />who loved me to trully to his end. <br />His admiring brown eyes never showed hate or fear to me. <br />He loved the earth so i see him stare, <br />at the world longing, wishing to be there. <br />He loved the shadows so i suppose he'll sit, <br />under trees of apples until we again meet. <br />He loved to live so i know he'll cry, and wish again that here, with me he could lie. <br />He loved to run so i see him trot, across heaven in his brushed fur coat. <br />When he was here, we would watch the stars. <br />I look to the stars and see him say, 'the little stars we would watch till eleven, are the street lamps in heaven...'<br /><br />Peya Jakob<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/street-lamps-in-heaven/
