A Silhouette

A faint silhouette, diminished by time
But the visions of them not forgotten.
The dreams of the one I use to know
In my soul is thought of often.

And whether the sun upon my lips do brush
Or the wind through my hair does blow,
Through the roaring of oceans and splashing of waves
I’m thankful for the person I’ve come to know.

For with every star that lightens the dark,
So does number the thoughts I have of them.
And though the stars fade at first morning light,
Our friendship will never be dim.

No, time can't diminish visions from long ago,
Nor let my dreams die in dejection,
For I'll always remember the friend from my past,
But rejoice in the new silhouette with affection.