Friendship - a gift from time
'Tis churning ever sweet
Sure is sublime
When pure paths meet

Destiny - peace - to fruition
Like field in the sun
Of freedom flowers
Through which we run

To the horizon
Leap at stars
As the mind
Swoops and soars

The things that we
Destined to see
On seismic seas
For infinity

As to heaven
On wings of fire
We are ferried
By desire