All That Befriends Is a Gift

A new friend is a gift one can keep or reject, how you feel doesn’t matter, a gift is a gift! If a friend can’t get earned, can one be just desserts? If you want to be friends and I don’t, are you less? If my poems are cooler and your verse is hot, does that mean I’m less nuanced? You’ve worth that I’ve not? Does a friend owe agreement or only respect for held views, disagreements? Can verse then short shrift cave you’ve carved in my heart? Shared time’s frequency Hertz, or accords what you’re due? Let me feel. Then confess! If I rout an attacker, you owe me your life? If one feels untoward passion, should husband cage wife? * * Does the night fade with day, or night’s dew envy streams when it lifts as light fog (can’t bless roots, the reverse)? Let our gravitas move us through ether distilled (if it’s bootleg or taxed) that has flavor sublime! May the curry of friendship add color and spice, and the comfort we find there confound all advice. Friend, let’s kill expectations and feast more on dreams that we share in each moment, that flow like free verse, quaff the resonance shared by both lives (warm or chilled). May cloud’s path be song’s rhythm, moon’s softness its rhyme, and wine flavor our musings, God’s seasons, our years, till we find in denouement His end to all fears. Brian Johnston 12th of December in 2020