Years and years and years ago,
A place I know not where –
You spoke a simple word to me
Its words not lost in air.
My hand was upon the door knob,
my mind upon the gate,
My thoughts reflecting getting home – for it had grown quite late.
In a moment of quiet reflection you spoke my name aloud,
and followed it with brief silence as I turned my gaze around.
“Councilor” you spoke – yes, you said that word to me.
As though in conversation I spoke words of profundity.
Now as the time has passed here – I find reason once again.
to sum up in a quiet statement your position as my friend.
Thoughtful conversations – never filled with doubt. Encouraging and prodding with
Spirit strong and stout.
Those words you spoke before to me – I speak them now to you,
Jill, “councilor” you truly are – Goodnight, Goodbye, Adieu.