© copyright 2000 Karen Vertigan
When lost in moments of deep silent thought
I conjure up dreams that Time has erased
And remember all the angry words wrought
By my witch’s heart in torment encased.
White water rapids are green eyes blue
For precious friends hidden deeply inside
And weep anew with each tender new clue
Time old, but recalled, still wanting to hide.
A heavy grief felt for those not forgiven
And heavier still, their innocence abounds.
In thought revived, reminded, and enlivened
And my mind and soul, the anguish surrounds.
But for a while, I think on you, dear friend
All losses restored and all sorrows end.
Karen Writes More Than Karen Crochets 