The joy of meeting you
The rising of my heart
The things I do to express myself
While we were apart.

I experienced when you left me
The weeping of my soul.
The pain I felt deep inside
Like the burning of coal.

As I sit here and look up
At the stars in the sky,
I think of you,
I tremble and cry.

I weary upon the things unheard,
Like the cries of a sad and lonely bird.
I linger about, my memories so fond
Every night watching the sunset by our favorite pond

So, I sit by the pond and look up above,
and what do I see - a calm white Dove,
A gloomy day You can turn into bright
My emotions have lost all but one fight.

The fight to stay alive
And be all that I can be,
As peaceful as
The sweet Bird that I see.

By Cassandra Leigh Froese
September, 1998