The Real Friend
Unlike all friends that come and go,
this Friend, did not arrive one day,
will never say farewell.
This Friend, brings moving thoughts
of loving friends, of leaving friends,
though never does he move.
Sometimes when light is shining bright
he does not hide from me....,
and radiates in every face
of every friend that passes by.
This Friend knows no goodbye.
He takes my hand to write these words.
And while he takes me in his arms
I disappear along with him.
The Friend and I are One.