To a friend

I knew one, friend of old

true was his friendship and love

gleaming heart of pure gold

akin to a brother? Sort of…

In a tarn of clouds

now lies another star

veiling mist, it shrouds

but I see it from afar

Short-lived is happiness

we dwell in shivering grief

mirth minished, marred in gladness

we remain in disbelief

Most unexpected, all too soon

ere hope has faded

from us swept this afternoon

yonder, you have waded

Memory remains, like wind over water

sweeping the surf upon the beach

fate, I can not avert

where you are, I can’t reach

Valiant-hearted, you are friend

certainly we shall meet again

all comes to an end

the question is, when?

Eager to see you, we are

you must wait a little while

shine bright young-spirited star

you left more than a smile

By: Arith Härger (myself)

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A friend departed, and in this winter-grieving day this mournful spirit wrote a poem to him.


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