Friend

It was…

'Friend!' to you

Across the long water,

A word that flowed from the horizon golden in motion.

 

My word-

A solitary echo that resounded,

Sang like a bird in lion’s-mane cage

Rang in silence, glowed from a tired sun Rested 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,

A word that flowed from the horizon golden in motion.