Catch upon the wind, our wingless flight, Within the stillness of this night, I hope to pass, my lady, love's delight, You may know her, a pilgrimage worth to see, So kind, so gracious, such pure consistancy, Amazed, but happily content, for her interest in me, Life's mystery spent on swiftly passing time, So I cherish each moment, content, sublime, For my lady's fleeting soft sweet kiss you see, Is all the difference in the world, to me. She enters against a curtain named, Night, Though not a single star shines as bright, So hear me one and all, young or old, Her harmonious soul, is named, Nicole, If upon passing, her guardian angel you behold, She would smile, and say, "She's awaiting heaven's hold," For the radiant countenance, her smile you see, Is all the difference in the world to me. March 18, 1996
Reason for writing:
A friend, who died, about two weeks AFTER this was written for her, tragically, in a car accident with her two year old child, had diabetes went into hypoglycemic shock, lost control of vehicle, and hit another car head on... She was 22 years old.
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