Dancing Across the Stars
A poem for a dear departed friend
A poem I wrote about a very dear friend who passed away some years ago. We knew each other since high school days. I was in contact with him even when I moved to Latvia and my late husband and I met with him when we visited NYC at the end of the 1990s. I miss him especially on very sunny and warm days when we would walk the streets of Manhattan NYC together. I suppose the two of them have met up with each other up there and are beaming at me from above. The photo is of me and my friend Frank.
Missing my friend
today as the sun shines
I remember summers
spent in the sun
having fun
with my greatest friend
who was always there to make me laugh
and to hold me when I cried
we had a bond that was so strong
we would spend summers
dancing through the streets of New York
it was summer and it was sweltering
but we had our love and friendship
everything seemed like magic
we fantasized that the glittering skyscrapers
all around where raining diamonds upon us
there could never be any hurt or sorrow
then came the day that he went away
creating a dark and bleak morrow
just as silently as he’d come into my life
like a shadow, he slipped away
but now as I look at old pictures
I know I should not sorrow
for now, I know that he’s up above
smiling down on me
dancing across the stars
About the Creator
Rasma Raisters
My passions are writing and creating poetry. I write for several sites online and have four themed blogs on Wordpress. Please follow me on Twitter.
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