Friends

Weaving passed the everyday conflict, Tiresomeness affair, Life's obstacle. Needle point into basket case, Forced made to hold rotten fruit, Mindful of matter foolishness of others. Faith seems to slip from the hand, Into the far yonder no reaching. Closed eyes, Let's play a game, Resting at the poetry cafe. Opened rooftop, Glassed walls, Seeing beauty of loveliness encicling, Moment now to enjoy peace. Drinking wine of poetic, Drunken by loving words of making, Poetry sing on scrolls. Breezing through the muse heart, Carrying a blanket mist from the ocean depth, Flowing with touch spell of tickling sea current, Letting the pen dance between season thoughts. Paper chuckling as the ink stain letters of spelling. Even if five minutes, Enough, Keeping one in the sane. So just leave eyes shut, Smile. Seeing poetry cafe is waiting, Anytime of the day, Even in one's dream, By night-