harmonica dream
swirling and seen
as we drift into sleep.
so long in the past
our impressions were cast
our friendship to keep.
our young minds so moved
the lyrics manoeuvred
to capture the steep
rise and the fall
of broken hearts’ call
the standing that’s reaped.
~
Thirty years on
our friendship, blessed, strong
lament’s aura seeps
still,
into sympathetic hearts
joined forever.
~*~
For dear Melissa, my friend from high school, the times we fell asleep to this gorgeous song. (I was so tempted, Mel, to write, “manooved” in the poem 🙂 )
And to those who struggle with serious addiction. My heart is filled with empathy ❤