Friend

Friend


It was…

'Friend!' to you

Across the long water,

The silence, the golden silence that rolled from the horizon in motion.




My word-

A solitary echo that resounded,

Sang like a single bird in lion’s-mane cage

Rang in a silence made golden by

A tired sun resting on the world's curve.

My word soared like an arrow shot over an empty plain.

The silence came in molten waves

Waves rolling in a rhythm of breathing light

A restless seething against the night.



This word sent an echo into a place forgotten

An old word with a lost meaning

Remembered only by

Old men

And the very young.



It was…

“Friend!” to you

Across the long water,

The silence, the golden silence that rolled from the horizon in motion.