Dark side of the Moon.
"Does She Think of Me?"
Sometimes as I sit and ponder
quiet thoughts that drift and wander
to and fro and slowly lifting
as if on clouds and softly drifting.
Before the focus drifts away
I wonder where she is today,
a gentle friend that came to play...
a Spirit from so far away.
Then I recall the things we shared..
revisited the places where
the words were writ for all to see
expressed, no less, in poetry.
Again, I wondered at the end..
where is the one that I called Friend..
and, is that soul still flying free...
and does she ever think of me.