Seeing Simple Sacred Scenes,
and then staring at those
Special someones
Silently and Solemnly-
I hold tightly onto that sight.
*That vision of those three old friends,
at the end of that ally,
Waiting. In the soft June rain
Waiting-
just waiting for me to reach them.
Waiting-
for their friend.
Genuine friendship is warmer than gold- when we were young and now that we're old