old friends gather
tied together
by lines of
silver silk
memory
threaded from
heart to heart
embedded in thought
and action
actor trained
like the rhythm
of drumming fingers
on raked stage
toungue twisted greetings
bring saltwater to eyes
searching for the mentor
a congregation of etudes
belies, the sadness,
laughter hides the absence
shared memory,
memories shared
bring life into focus
years pass by
but still, the silk threads
play the heartstrings
and still we raise our
eyes in ritual goodbyes
and hug each other closer
til the next gathering
old friends remembering
the good times
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
old friends gather
tied together
by lines of
silver silk
memory
threaded from
heart to heart
embedded in thought
and action
actor trained
like the rhythm
of drumming fingers
on raked stage
toungue twisted greetings
bring saltwater to eyes
searching for the mentor
a congregation of etudes
belies, the sadness,
laughter hides the absence
shared memory,
memories shared
bring life into focus
years pass by
but still, the silk threads
play the heartstrings
and still we raise our
eyes in ritual goodbyes
and hug each other closer
til the next gathering
old friends remembering
the good times
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