Late One Night
With a cool summer breeze
And a spirit in the air
Walking deep through the woods;
Drifting mind
Could be found a young one
(Though not as young as some)
Contemplating all life
And its worth.It was on this late night
That my friend passed away.
Still alive and with many
But not I.
That this one drifting mind
Could have seen the whole world
As it looked and it saw
Only me.© Kimba 1975