My friend, little June, come sit with me

In the sun by the garden wall,
And tell me about your dreams.
Where is your smile? Where is your joy?
Where are your lilies of life?
Your flowers are all gone,
Now you must let me give you one.
Emptiness will hurt you far too much.
I’ll fill the hole
In your soul

My friend, little June, come walk with me
And talk with me for a while.
Tell me about your dreams ;
Where is your smile? Where is your joy?
Where are your lilies of life?
“The flowers weren’t mine
so I had to bring them back,
but they will flourish on the moonlit hill
and know my face
when I’m gone.”

June, 1997