letter to a friend

The day starts as any other, dark and cold.
The night is the same...but it's during the day that you
feel the suns warmth, that you hear the birds sing,
and you can see the beauty that is still in the world.

There it is, the blue skies, the white cottony clouds,
The birds flying over head looking down on you,
like the angels, and whatever grand being one chooses to believe in.

The sun beams through the windows and soaks into your face.
Eyes closed, breathing in the light.
Your mind wanders to better times, safer times, lovlier times.
The tears start to sting.

Thoughts of feelings dwell in the chest, thoughts of longing.
Ideas and wishes you want for, so much it hurts, burn into your heart.
Things you yearn to say or do leave you empty and troubled.

But then a image, of a smile, of a face staring brightly back at you
makes a smile seap slowly onto your face,
makes your heart open again and your life feel worth living.

Makes you believe in the honesty of this universe, that we must be a part of.
The hope that is still in reach and the people that are always there for you.
Many people are there with you, in your heart, thinking about you everyday,
wishing they were there instead of you.

Guilt rises in some, yearning for that time machine to bring them back to that witching hour. The time of life and fun and no worries.
The excitment and refreshing energy that has been missing for so long.

The pain is unbearable to think anymore. The pain that they caused in some is more painful then there own worries in life. They seem small now, and meaningless.
All they want is for it to be over, for things to go back to the way they were.

The tears sting again.......the images come flying back, the guilt and anger rise in her again......How could she have done this? How could she have know?
wait, no anger...Just wishes of happiness and freedom. Wishes that someday they'll forgive and give another chance to friendship..

The sun is setting again, going away to give light to some other person in need of its healing and energy.
One day they'll look back, they wont laugh, but they'll look back and see it happened for a reason as everything does...good and bad. Maybe it gave life to something that they never would have found before.

The wind is fading, the birds have stopped singing, everything has stopped singing.
Untill they see your eyes light up in a genuine smile of forgivness the songs will never be the same.  One must only hope for the best and......................

Have "Faith" in the rest....