In the night hour,
when daylight is already a dream past
and folk with sensibilities stay aslumber,
whilst the cool light of filling moon
is my sole waking companion,
thoughts stray to you.
I wonder if, like me, your dreams
did turn to moments shared,
where sunshine glowed upon our faces
and we did know the certainty of friendship.
Moments that will never turn to dust.
Days are moments and moments hold forever.
Time weaves strong cloth into tapestry
through our harmony
and accepts reason for our existence.
We stop to listen a second
and talk freely for hours.
Trust is slow built, easily shattered,
as potter’s hands with clay.
With friendship true, we should accept
whatever’s been before
and not neglect to care and chat
when life’s storm waves
do break upon a rocky shore.
With founding on respect
let years go by
for friendship to endure
And many moments more.
2019 08 18 Peter