This was written around the spring of 1990.   Some friendships are fleeting, sweet and sad.

You are like the wave that rolled onto the shores of my mind


   and I was the wind that brought you there


like a spring storm, the wind and the waves became one


   and my soul rejoiced with the union of our beings


but, like all waves, you returned to the sea


   and my heart hung heavy in that sea of dead dreams...