Small Eagle's Eyrie
The Writings of Becky, Her Family, and Friends

Colin F. Jones: A Special Place

A SPECIAL PLACE
(Becky's Circle of Friends)

~ 1 ~

Cadmium streaks of sunlight gild the sky,
As yet another morning comes to be,
With malachite forest trees the winds delight,
Cast their leaves into the grassy sea.
Ships of cloud yet ride the fiery blue,
Atop the tallest red trunks of the proud,
That guard the glades where sunlight dances through,
To warm the senses of the flowery crowd,
Of friendly blossoms of the Orchid stems,
That dwell in harmony in this special place,
Each one much rarer than its will pretends,
Each with a golden thought clothed in Grace.
Yet gathered for the purpose of sweet peace,
Where love and friendship will not ever cease.

~ 2 ~

Astride a flying horse through divine lit cloud,
Ebony locks in wind like wild wings caught,
You ride through heaven a wondrous Angel proud,
Living in every contour of my thought.
This then through time and space has quietly passed,
On silent winds that carry dear love so far,
Across wide seas and great green oceans vast,
To rest here with contentment in my heart.
Here in this place this tranquil ray of light,
This place by love designed for us loved few
where rests our woes in this sanctuary of delight,
where from a simple thought in us love grew.
I can attest to knowing thee quite well,
The rest, some day we'll meet and I will tell.

~ 3 ~

Never say love, that we shall never meet,
For on the wind one day our clouds will pass,
That surly they'll not rush anon so fleet,
That we won't have a chance to "chew the grass"
'Tis oft that friends while living on this Earth,
Will never meet to look into their eyes,
Through the circumstances of each other's birth,
Or yet that life through time so swiftly flies.
You know, I do not know why my heart feels,
So strongly bound in friendship as it is,
For all my better thoughts graze in your fields,
Where friendship is a special kind of bliss.
That I do weep because of what I know,
Reaps more love than I can ever sow.

~ 4 ~

What does one say to a friend in pain,
Except to say I love you once again,
Except to say, Dear friend what can I do,
Except to say, I will pray for you.
Why are we here if not to form a whole,
A single spirit dwelling in our souls,
Living for the purpose of sweet peace,
That by sharing love it cannot ever cease.
Love cannot die as I one day will die,
As beauty fades but never to the eye,
Love is the spirit only true friends share,
The silent wisdom known to us as care.
The inner union where the truth is found,
Where grows a wisdom graciously profound

©Copyright August 16, 2003 by Colin F. Jones