To My Friend
When I feel
Like a barren valley
A flower blooms
--From a kind word
You once planted
In my ear.
When I am alone
In trial and travail
An ally appears:
A better, stronger me
Reflected in the glass
Of your eyes.
And when I feel
Weary of the world
A white bird sings,
Perched on a branch
Belonging to
My knowing you.
- 10 May 1997, Sunnyvale, California
Copyright © 1997 Raymond Sison. All rights reserved.
When I feel
Like a barren valley
A flower blooms
--From a kind word
You once planted
In my ear.
When I am alone
In trial and travail
An ally appears:
A better, stronger me
Reflected in the glass
Of your eyes.
And when I feel
Weary of the world
A white bird sings,
Perched on a branch
Belonging to
My knowing you.
- 10 May 1997, Sunnyvale, California
Copyright © 1997 Raymond Sison. All rights reserved.
