We start out alone
Gazing down an invisible path
Meeting and greeting
Those we see on our way.
Some walk with us.
Some for only a short way.
Some walk the path
Always with us.
The path meanders
In and out of light and dark
Turning into tears
Shared with one that is by our side.
A left turn into a leap of laughter
And we are the Cheshire cat
With a smile so big it almost hurts.
Sometimes we skip in happy joy
With all that journey with us.
Sometimes we walk with solemn grace
With only one.
Friends can be honey
That sweeten our souls
Or water that quenches our thirst
On the twists and turns of our path.
We are treasure hunters
Finding treasures that
No one else would see
But us together.
Rarely, if we are lucky, we find a muse
Planting ideas
And nurturing them to grow
Into a garden of idea flowers.
Our thoughts, bubble and boil
Until something amazing is born.
Something never known before
Built by the blending of Us.
Friends are the gifts
The universe gives us
As our path winds in and out.
And the misty fog becomes the
Light at the end
That calls us home again.
~**~
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2 comments:
Yes, friends are such an important part of our lives. And you treated the topic with the depth and respect that it deserves. Your poem on relationship of friends is insightful and well-stated.
Angel - Read your poem "Friends" this morning. It put a smile on my face to think I have a new Friend :) Loved the poem! Thanks for brightening my day. GlN
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