WHEN WE WERE KIDS

I wrote this in memory of my close childhood friend Anya who passed away this year just before her 41st birthday.

Where will I go

One day when I die

When I sink in the sea

And cut earthly ties

I'll return to the beach

Where the waves rush the shore

The long golden road

That leads to God's door

The wind will pick up

And lighten my feet

To meet the white dunes

In the midsomer heat

To life's cold sorrows

I will not be bound

The sunshine will find me

And break through the clouds

I'll return to a time

When I was young

When life was unfolding

And moved like a song

I'll return to a time

When I was free

When the dog days of summer

Were kept by the sea

I will dance with the night

And sing with the dawn

I will never get old

I will never get lost

The midsomer nights

Will roll on and on

Like when we were kids

And life was a song.