Friday, January 15, 2010

The Words

I can write a story about unicorns and magic.
I can write a poem about Christmas, and December.
But when it comes to writing songs I just can't hear the music,
And it seems it's just the words that I remember.

So that's why I tell you, to say the words,
And tell me everything about you.
I want to know that you'll be my friend,
And I will never have to live without you.

And someday in the future, when I am old and grey
And my feeble memory begins to fall apart
The music will escape me, and I'll dance to it no more
But I'll still have all the words you told me, deep inside my heart.

For my dear friends.

Caren E. Salas

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