REFLECTIONS OF THE NIGHT

I sat beneath the old Oak tree in the dark of night,

I watched as shadows danced in the pale moonlight.

They seemed to beckon take a look around,

There is a place where joy can still be found.

I heard tiny little girl giggle with delight,

I looked at her she was a tiny sight.

She smiled said come and play, find some pretty flowers,

We laughed and played until the morning hours.

Night gave way to a brand new day,

She smiled at me then slowly walked away.

As we gently hugged said goodbye she smiled at me so sweet,

She whispered I am you and you are me, that is really neat.

I know that little girl will never really go away,

She is still a part of me, and I like it that way.

© copyright ~ JOHNNIE OAKES ~
10/06/02