friends – ahorsealone

For you

But was I a bird
To pluck my plume
A nest.
But was I was a bird
For you.

But was I the olive
To lay my leaf
Abed.
But was I the olive
For you.

But was I the sun
To let my light
Blanket.
But was I the sun,
For you.

But, as the night,
It will seem,
I settle for you in dream.

Around the corner

The road will end

But let us

Till then pretend.

And even now

I’m sure we’ll find

Another corner there

This time.

In the company of friends,

We forget what life amends.

And if it where still the same,

Will we know what remained.