Friends we find in the strangest of places
around and between as branches of trees.
Leaves gather to rustling in sunny spaces
growing as sway upon canopies we seize.

Joining together leaves touch by degrees
within stars plume find special dust graze.
Upon ebon bustle swirl patterns of leaves,
galaxies surging brightly in desire ablaze.

In the shimmer of cosmos hands we raise
connected by words as upon spirits muse.
To carpets of light we join fingers in praise
found brightly burning into desires infuse.

Forest joins, if gather leaves in stars tune
a night sky reveals two faces in one moon.