Poems

May there always be a friend to write a letter —   always time for silence between bars of music —   always more stories, more music —   always a flock of birds over the river —   always old maps promising new journeys —   always an island at which to moor and shade of trees.   May the lonely routine bring wonder to strangers —   may every little room open on wide worlds —   may all the years be charts drawn in clear ink   and none of the clouds to come veil the view from the summit.