The Poet's Corner

A Friend Waits

You are the friend

who waits for me,

steadfast on a rock

at the crossroads

of serendipity,

the journey between,

mine alone,

thy journey thine,

each and all

through time.

You are the friend

who waits for me,

steadfast in the cool

of new morning

that stirs a breeze,

the thoughts between

know and trust

our journeys twine,

each and all

through time.

You are the friend

who waits for me,

steadfast on the banks

of a river

that flows to the sea,

let sorrows between

rest here while

old rivers wind,

each and all

through time.

You are the friend

who waits for me,

steadfast by a fire

in the twilight

of what was to be,

we measure between

spark and flame,

this lighted line,

each and all

through time,

You are the friend

who waits for me.