For Katja and Marie

Good Company I Keep

Lonely is the hour
when night slips into day,
for if you are not careful,
weary thoughts will stray.
Ponder on your solitude
and little good will come.
Far better to listen to the birds
and watch the rising sun.
For blowing bubbles at the moon
in three part company
can get you through the darkest time
between hours four and three.
A friendly memory of warm shoulders
in the middle of the night,
side by side, heads and arms,
a blanket of stars for light.
Moments like these cherish long and true
as they are far between and few,
never knowing when next we might meet,
our lids to gleen the morning dew.
To brave hours, oh so late
when the world is fast alseep,
the crickets and frogs our concierto play
with thier chirp and peep.
So until we meet again, so long my friend,
you are missed and remembered well.
Eyes shine bright, smiles stretch tight
as I next see you my heart will surely swell.