Rainbows (Custance)/Reminiscences

by Olive Custance

Reminiscences

 

Just once we met,
It seems so long ago,
So long . . . and yet
Men would not think it so
Who count their time by years.
Just once we met,
And now we never meet,
Is it regret
(I lost a friend so sweet)
That stings my heart to tears?

I clasped your hand,
But scarcely said a word;
We stood as children stand
Whose souls are stirred
To great shy love they cannot comprehend.
I clasped your hand
And looked into your eyes;
My spirit spanned
Your spirit's mysteries,
But feared to call you "friend."