Sometime Somewhere

Somewhere I had said
Lets last for a while
And we did

Somewhere I had read
Postcards from another city
Sent to me with leaves and love

Somewhere I had met you
And how delightfully
I had met you

Sometimes in one tiny corner
somewhere
I tell myself I miss you
Somewhere
I miss you

To a wanderer and a friend

'...words are spoken by the camp-fires, in the shared solitude of the sea, in riverside villages, in resting places surrounded by forests - words are spoken that take no account of race or colour. One heart speaks - another one listens; and the earth, the sea, the sky, the passing wind and the stirring leaf, hear also the futile tale of the burden of life.'

-- Joseph Conrad