My Cyberspace Friend

Dedicated to Lyn

I met a lass of Swedish decent.

Our conversations, in cyberspace are spent.

We laugh, we cry,

with hopes our friendship won’t die.

She in her home alone,

Me on the road to places unknown.

We talk of things like family,

and dreams of who we could be.

We chat and flirt, as words play with our minds,

leaving the worries of the world behind.

As topics of conversations my mind replay,

I see images vivid as a bright day.

And as they do it makes me smile,

as down a highway I drive mile after mile.

So in closing to my friend I must say,

I truly hope you’re having a good day.
(c) 2001