FRIENDSHIP

Kikut shone like a jewel just out of reach,

like you there on the shores of life's great oceans habits

schooled in shoals of books from library shelves,

we kid ourselves we know, we know the why

and yet we cry in knowledge not enlightened,

as the human needs are supple soft and tried,

they stiffen in the morning sun then ripen

when we least expect the moon to turn the tide,

and there on shores of desolate abandon

learn deeper sorrows, lifted by the flow of flotsam jetsam, 

thrown about when winds begin to blow.

We do not know, we never know

all life is full of learning

when not to go, when not to do, 

when not to even stir a limb

we seek, we reap, we sow again our wisdom limited and green,

and yet we find a way, our own and not what others say, is done,

its ours uniquely spun on rows of prayer wheels turning, ever turning

reaching what we feel, another sense of zeal,

as riches pour from where we know not

give us joys we never dreamed of,

sadness and despair unthought of, life's just what we are

so try to see the shining blue beyond the clouds of falling dew,

for you have me and I have you and that's the greatest gift,

the one that sea swells lift on high and make our senses shout and fly, 

in ever bright white light, the warmth of friendship

in the ovens burnt, a glaze on life's dull pot, without the dirt and soot.