A Friendship Lost
I cry as sleep is coming on
for there's a tree within my dreams,
my friend is standing near, it seems--
I turn toward her, but she is gone.
She floats through blossoms and beyond.
The blossoms on this tree are high;
I want to reach them, and I try,
but cannot pick them on my own--
so, as I reach I'm left alone.
She's gone past clouds, beyond the sky.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment