Friends
Friends
As I walk through the Waterfall in the Slopes of Choregan…
Even changes in temperature of the water do not distract my thoughts.
I ponder each event again and again…
Remembering what my friends have taught
I stare into the water, into the different shades of Light..
Remembering the Smiles, the words, the Greetings…
The times spent in the Dream, the days, the Nights…
of all the events and the glorious Meetings….
Then off I run through Grehatio’s Cavern…
Through it’s shades of reds, blacks, browns and blues…
Picking up speed with energy to burn…
Stopping in the Hall of Acigot to rest for a minute or two
And I whispered into the Southeastern Sky..
“May all Journeys Lead to many Friends”
and a whisper came back “always try”, “always try”
“For Friends are friends are friends"
by flash333
freespirit dreamseer Philosopher and sometimes Poet
