Oftentimes.

Oftentimes—
I am reminded I had more than
a friend in you—

On Good Days…

I embrace comfort;
welcome recollection; and
again feel the Hawaiian

breezes of love felt
strolling along Waikiki
beach— my smile reveals hand in

hand—gentle is night;
i feel closer to the light.
(smile within you)—

On Bad Days...

I see departures;
the return to nine-to-fives;
and disappointment reminds

me of how it will
forever  shake your hand with
mine— in the handshakes only

two distant souls of
meadow filled Oahu country
land can understand— for the

darkness of moonlight
to reveal— (handshakes at sight);
i feel closer to the light.

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004

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