passing thoughts

and as I find a friend
like all that have come before
out of my life they flow
behind an opaque door.

you journey in my mind
and upon a road
paved black
leaving me this hard row to hoe.

traveling bound
on silver wings, so you press on
outside your nest
left are others to forlorn.

I embrace with joy
your efforts to play
to grow up ..and live
on track, as you must stay.

but come the day,
one filled with haze
life creates a bump or two
leaving all a maze.
do find me here, as before,
sitting amidst the hinges
of an opaque door.