Up the Hill

You made me in the shade of you.
I saw you in the made of you.

As the gentle breeze,
You caress me.
As the swaying trees,
You bend me.
And as the windswept leaves,
You stir me.

As the storm cloud weeps,
You empty me.
As the shallow swells,
You restore me.
And as the new, cool grass,
You delight me.

As the sandy shore,
You lure me.
As the rushing stream,
You propel me.
And as the glass-top lake,
You see me.

You made me in the shade of you.
I saw you in the made of you.
And all the while I stayed in you.

Erstwhile Friend

I saw your walk today
On another's frame,
And it brought to mind your name.
And in my brain it rattled round
Until a small sad smile, on my face was found.
It was a walk from tip to hip
That spoke to me of friendship.
Of a selfless time, that selfish came
And now we do not speak your name.
Where love turned to needy expectation;
Where friendship became a cold relation,
And in its wake came devastation.
I saw your walk today
On another's frame.
And it brought to mind your name.
This other too, walked away from me,
Without intention or mystery.
For I knew her not-
And I knew you...
But still,
I had the same view.