a friendship remembered

when a friendship from the past skips joyfully across the landscape of our memories

far removed from a past I will always remember,

a flame dying down to a warm, glowing ember;

to imagine a future in which I never am helpless,

and my ego is checked, my demeanor is selfless.

 

where a friend is not fleeting, around evermore,

a mighty companionship that rings so sincere.

in a picturesque dream state, a scene to adore,

so delightful together, the urge to endear.

 

a friendship like fortune, too rich to define,

which treasure is yours, which treasure is mine?

we are never too busy to extend each a hand,

we huddle together and help each to stand.

 

dan © 2015

Music: "Seasons in the Sun," by Terry Jacks

Author's Note