I live a lonely life; I watch the page
wherein my dancing friends all strut the stage.
You tarry like a wondrous thing today,
then disappear, come back another day
to fascinate with trivia or truth,
or old tomorrows taken from your youth.
Electric arms have carried me to you,
and back again, our friendship to renew;
if I could ever see you with my eyes,
my fantasies would puncture in surprise!
But what you are I know; and you know me.
Your hearts are good; that needs no eyes to see.
What will I give you come this time of year?
Godís blessing, and the hope he holds you near.