My friends live so far away,
I am here and there they stay.
They are miles away at home.
I miss my friends & feel alone.
I remember our time of fun & walks
Now i have to deal with locks.
Your heed & attention need to pay
Even your thoughts are far away.
We may not see each other.
Commencing my friends charming weather.
Distance separates us that’s true.
Listen your friendship is to be prove.
My heart is still beats for your move.
And always Remains open just for you.
I have no new friends & I have no foes.
Wish i were with my friends of those..

By ($haffu)

The chill in the frigid night air
casts tremors of lingering shadows
upon an ancient windowsill
where a liquescent candle’s glow dims.

Peering into shattered mirrors’
silver hued jagged edges
that no longer reflect counterfeit images
a nascent paradigm unfurls in the wind.

Terrifying diminutive steps are taken
in directions au courant
enabled by years of refinement
in torrid near incessant fires.

An excrescence of wisdom
has broken the weathered mold
allowing a senescent wisdom
to shimmer a phosphorescent glow.

The venerable map leading
to this transcendent destination
is not read but perceived
through intuition’s faint whisperings.

©2015 janetaylor