Dreams and Chin – poem


Evening stars, warm gentle breezes blowing
Sitting, watching as Chin play so freely
On my lap, he sits and plays
He seems to contemplate my silent ways

He gives me love, I take these with warm feelings
At night he sleeps upon my pillow
I dream of friends long since departed
Here in my heart, they are still near me

In my dreams I see my old Chin clearly
By a stream he stand open mouth smiling
waiting patiently for me to come playing
In these dreams I see my new Chin playing

Running, spinning and dancing with my old dear friend
He seems to tell him don’t feel sad
For he can’t come and play just now
It’s not his time yet to laugh and run

It’s not his time for eternal fun
Though he thinks of you and he thinks of me
He thinks of the time that is approaching

When we all shall meet by this peaceful stream
We shall all then be able to play for eternity

Jim Rusciano

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