A Meeting In A Part

In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
Yet I, the changed one,
ask: "How you been?"
He grins and looks at me.
"I been eating peaches
off some mighty fine trees."

by Wendell Berry

Comments (19)

" Long walks at night the breezes freezes my spirit" beautiful lines.so beautiful poem 100+++++++++
even the insects with the lamps start to lend me their lights between the twinke of the stars they dance, sing, beat out a dance beautiful lines.
a wonderful poem of being inspired by the light of the mood and stars shining bright? .............well written.
Verse by verse! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.
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