a new momentum
one that could have been yearning
for a moment more

stifling look that his
mirror was smiling with the
widest of eyes brown

think I was starting
to think I was starting to
think I have spare time

down most of life churches
we’ve seen on this bulbine which
I have to grow in

towering above
the lantana planted there
against the skyline

I put away just
in case of a soft storm or
winds that visit

the dust yesterday
and I am now watching
as it is covered

xsapph

This is friendship.

Unaffected,
natural progressive harmony,
streams that mesh into one
the murmur of throaty thunder
then a piercing shard of light
slashes the horizon
diamond brilliance
it’s clarity:
simple Self-sacrifice,
requiring no prior planning,
absolution, or apology.
Spontaneous simplicity
it just simply is.

Grimy indifference would ne’er
comprehend or act.

Yet… I can also reflect on another thought that supposes …
It is a delicious quote by an exquisite talent that was lost when he was shot down in the war in the bunkers…

“The sacrifices of friendship were beautiful in her eyes as long as she was not asked to make them.”

by: [H.H. (Hector Hugh) Munro] Saki (1870-1916), Scottish author. Beasts and Super-Beasts, “Fur.” Pseudonym oh Hector Hugh Munro.

xsapph