My Old Friend
I had a dream last night
It was a dream about an old friend.
A friend that is gone but not forgotten.
I saw him standing there as before
And, I gave him a big hug
A good hug, an old hug, as before
He looked back at me as we embraced
But I could not make out his face
Yet, it was a good hug, an old hug, as before
I then saw him on a path with me
It was a good path, an old path, as before
He looked at me on the path but his face I still could not see
We walked until it forked to the right and the left
He went one way and I the other, and
He was gone and I was left all by myself
I walked for days on this path and was so bereft
Until the paths ended and joined together
The paths to the right and to the left
I rejoined my friend and gave him a hug
A good hug, an old hug, as before
I realized that in this place at the end of the path
is a good place, a new place, but not as before.
And now I could see his face
An old face, yet a new face, and not as before.
His face was shining like the sun
And his smile was like a peaceful seashore
which made me glad we were together like one
My good friend, my old friend, and forevermore.
