Friends can share what none can have alone.
Old and good friends share an ocean view
Reserved for those whose windows open to
The breezes that from foreign shores have blown,
Yet swiftly through one's rooms become one's own.
Though some prefer those tiny slits in stone
Which one might shoot a cross-bow arrow through,
Or peer out of to glimpse the feared unknown.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Mysterious Sorrows. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.