Friends

A single river flows reaching its end
which charitable rain grew in a day,
the green grass by wild winds silently bends
under a black sky that sole shall not stay.

I, from oceans eager, will seek to dive
and swim with the ripples close to the shore,
surrounded by each true and square ally
reaching so my heart in their bay can moor.

My ship alone has sailed the frigid night,
wool has been what echoes have tried to give
when a taut horizon embraced my sight
and directed the limits sure to live.

Now, we together celebrate the fire
burning dead loneliness in a broad pyre.