Friendship

Rending love, friendship 
build up inside me. 
The dreams of yesterday are the looking glass 
mirror comin morning, tomorrow. 
Friendship until the pin world, 
I miss it terribly right. 
The night I wake from my dream in mid-stream, 
a song with a friend, just inside console. 
So much I appreciate the friendship, 
and the very good reason. 
As a sounding board back to life, it is responsible for, 
if you ever do any good enough. 
You can then cut the harvest of love, 
to dry out, sometimes they are bitter tears. 
Within us, we can be as 
the eagles free, but dry above the valley. 
Strong load-bearing wings lightly topped with golden dreams.