Last Storm (3/3/97)

As no calm lasts
forever,
Our brief visits
together
found much too soon their end,
and then
we made a way to join again.

Fond memories now the lasting
thing.
No more thorns, their pain
to bring.
No more briar, our path
to shift.
Just one white rose, a gift.

We'll always be
together
as one calm lasts
Forever.

Page created March 3, 1997.