Monday, 10 February 2014

Of Friendship And Missing

We didn't think
These curves, and these lanes
Would lead us into a swamp-land
Of marshy doubts and decisions,
Of solitude and ambition,
Of strength and defeat...
We thought they would be
Cushions we rested our heads on,
Commanded the world
From the grounds of
The lowest lows,
The poorest kingdoms,
The hungriest tigers...
Like free flames
Of a deep blue fire,
Stronger than the hands of time
And freer than a lion's mane--
We traveled the world
In our broken chariot,
Not knowing that it was broken..
Our laughter was our glue
And our secrets were our treasure--
Intangible but like a visceral plea
Asking for nothing in return
But company...

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