friendship

This is a personal piece, which I am not going to explain in detail other than to say in strong and trusted friendships you never see money only the soul and sometimes a soul needs to break through the cloud cover and fly.

Three Notes For Atlas

A gold hand oils wheels
lavishes itself in the face of the earth.

Weighted steps pile in green Aztec pyramids
laid to outdo the smiles of Mr and Mrs Jones.

Time again for Lazarus’ annual birth where the
past knits us, reminds us of the muddy field through

night and day.
Indifferent to the weight and Mrs Jones brushed smiles
I play three notes from my pocket
watch Atlas transform to an eagle
to soar
and frolic
in the evening laughter.

Friendship is not always nice. True friendship can (and should be) harsh at times, when someone is in danger of messing up their lives. Whether they wish to hear it or not, doesn't matter, the truth is not always pleasent but doesn't mean it needs filing under pending.

Time of course comes into play, time moves on and with it peoples lives. True friendship is perhaps that which is the same after 3 years, 3 months, 3 hours or three minutes of separation for time cannot kill the bonds which have been forged.

Time weathers us in all it's ways, but true friendship does not die.

The following is inspired by my own friendships which have become immortal to time.

I received a telephone call from Raven some days ago. I have known Raven since I was eleven. Although we have gone our seperate ways, will still keep in touch, particularly when times are hard for we understand each other very well and have a history.

The following poem was inspired by the telephone conversation or rather from a telephone conversation to say sorry that she didn't phone to talk when she said she would and that she would phone again another day to talk, which so far has not arrived.

The last two lines are not displayed correctly, they should be inline hence why they are marked with a dash.