Feb 02, 2008 18:32
Never heard of it before. Anyway, here is a sonnet I wrote a couple of years back:
What opens continents and seas to sight;
What turns the night of maybe into day;
What takes whatever's new and dark to light
And human spirits to the untrodden way;
What fuels the fire that makes what’s good and bold
What’s firm and strong and true and worthy of praise
Is not some miracle, or the gift of gold;
It is the vision of a human face
O, it is friendship; it is the soul’s greeting
To kindred souls, to sights that join and tend
And argue and clash and fight and take a beating
And may not reach, but value, the same ends.
Journeys may end indeed in lovers’ meetings -
Journeys begin with meetings of new friends.
friends,
personal note,
poetry