We are very blessed in this life if we can say we have had a true friend.. Many go through life never having a ‘true friend’.. Friends, true friends are very rare.. How many times do we share a secret, or ask some one not to speak of matters we have shared with them.. Only to find that your confidence has been broken and a whole bunch of ‘So called’ friends now are ‘In the Know’?
I have many ‘Friends’ here on myspace. and you are all truely wonderful spirits, bringing your own special blend of happiness, sharing your day, your laughter and your jokes, your serious moments and sad..
I thank each of you for the joy you all bring.
But I have only ever had one true true friend, whom I knew when I spoke to her it went no further, who I would laugh and cry with, and have giggle fits, Who I would go on shopping trips where we would window shop till our feet hurt,  Where we would spend hours in art shops looking at great works of art, we would pour over the spiritual shelves in the book stores and have naughty but nice cream cakes and tea..
My friend Passed away to Spirit several years ago.. and I miss our times together, But she has made her presence known to me from the vale beyond, And I have had my orders, and have moved on…
SO this poem I wrote to give her, as I had nothing else to give except my heart.. as she lay dieing from Cancer.. Its time to share,..
So here is my poem called simply 

I sit here and stare at a blank page,

          Knowing that words will be given through my faithful sage.

Memories are such a wonderful gift,

          And you’ve given me plenty, my life you’ve enriched.

The shopping we’ve done, until our feet ache.

          Laughing at the fashions that home we did not take.

Drooling over books and paintings, the expense!

          Buying silly trinkets that didn’t make any sense

Memories are such a wonderful gift,

And you’ve given me plenty, my life you’ve enriched.

Remember the Christmas Market and the wares that they sold,

          Treasures to wrap up in your heart, to keep hold.

Remember the  old busker, a child’s xylophone he did play,

          Three notes were his tune, smiling he made our day.

The talks of serious, deep mystical things,

          The ups and downs, the shared memory brings.

A beautiful Japanese garden did a day we spend.

           The books we have read and to each other lend.

How else could I not call you my friend!

          Memories are such a wonderful gift,

And you’ve given me plenty, my heart you up lift.

The times you gently scolded me and my ways,

You are just as stubborn, slobbing away your days!

We can talk for hours and yet not say what’s in our heart,

Not wanting to admit to a day when we must part.

          Tears fill my eyes, as these words to you I send,

But I know that for all eternity you will go on being my friend.

          Remember the promise, we to each other made,

If we should ever want to return here, hit me with a spade.

          Your journey is before me, but distance will not part,

As the memories that you give me are forever in my heart.

xxxDreamwalker xxx


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