Today's the day
This one's a little more literal.
Friendship
On the brightest of days
planets align
warm dreams linger
and we are blessed
beloved and bonded
with a miracle.
Thick and still
like a redwood
remembered rather
than forged in
late nights
with long ears
and tired tongues.
Families found
and lately lost.
A nomad's only solaces
are embraces
that feel like home,
familiar scents
and heartfelt glances.
Through wax and wane
across generations
they fossilize
like peaceful nights
and sugared memories.
I'm thinking I should make a collage in my room of all the poems I've ever written, but then again, I might be getting carried away with all my home-made collages. Plus, people are probably sick of my poetry by now. I could do it though, I still have way too much time on my hands here. To all my friends who are reading this, I miss you and wish you were here.
Friendship
On the brightest of days
planets align
warm dreams linger
and we are blessed
beloved and bonded
with a miracle.
Thick and still
like a redwood
remembered rather
than forged in
late nights
with long ears
and tired tongues.
Families found
and lately lost.
A nomad's only solaces
are embraces
that feel like home,
familiar scents
and heartfelt glances.
Through wax and wane
across generations
they fossilize
like peaceful nights
and sugared memories.
I'm thinking I should make a collage in my room of all the poems I've ever written, but then again, I might be getting carried away with all my home-made collages. Plus, people are probably sick of my poetry by now. I could do it though, I still have way too much time on my hands here. To all my friends who are reading this, I miss you and wish you were here.