Friendship

I sat talking of things past, with old friends who knew me then,
and for just a moment, a flicker of time-light,
those memories lived again.

Blessed are we by friendships that never fade;
a never ending stream, water of life,
to nurture lives left living, in the
dry lands of a lonely mind.

God bless those who stand beside us, who accept us
as we are, who love us for no other cause
but that we share a common star.

Steven Charleston
Hope As Old As Fire
Red Moon Publications