In the early seasons of innocence
Before much wisdom's gained
We were eternally bound together
Like the autumn and the rain
Devoted through the infinity
Of a child's springtime years
With the fire of joyful playing
In my heart her memory is seared
All traces of her have vanished
Buried by the sands
I still guard her gifts with pa**ion
They spurred me to expand
Shakespeare, Wordsworth, and Browning
Words and visions below and above
But the gift most highly treasured
She enlightened me to love
This retarded language that confines
Is so lacking and impaired
Words meanings are insufficient
When to her they are compared
A friend with knowledge of the years
Whose reliable honesty has shred
The hidden veils of self deceit
Without unraveling the threads
She and I just might have been
Traveling a path as one
Except for choices that had steered
Us towards two different suns
Now when confusion and uncertainty
Assault my being
Her calm words aid in mustering strength
To repel and not for fleeing
She has newly come into my life
With insights that abound
Though she seems quite unaware
They are soberly profound
It's obvious by her searching sight
She holds answers that are known
Her questions often give to me
Understanding of my own