I once had a thoughtful friend,
who loved me to trully to his end.
His admiring brown eyes never showed hate or fear to me.
He loved the earth so i see him stare,
at the world longing, wishing to be there.
He loved the shadows so i suppose he'll sit,
under trees of apples until we again meet.
He loved to live so i know he'll cry, and wish again that here, with me he could lie.
He loved to run so i see him trot, across heaven in his brushed fur coat.
When he was here, we would watch the stars.
I look to the stars and see him say, 'the little stars we would watch till eleven, are the street lamps in heaven...'
Peya Jakob
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/street-lamps-in-heaven/
