ZONE POETICA

THE LANGUAGE OF A THOUSAND YESTERDAYS


A thousand yesterdays ago
You touched me in more ways than one
Leaving me bleeding and wishing
Watching the sun rising and setting
And rising…………………………
Basking in the excitement of leaves
Rustling in the evening breeze
We relished the freedom of our air
Submitting willingly to the captivity
Imposed on us by our bond
And sense of loyalty
Arriving at places dreamed of
Even before we set-off

A thousand yesterdays ago
We dared the impossible
To achieve the unattainable;
To face all challenges
With child-like courage,
And to forever stand true
To the one thing
Our hands have painstakingly built
And could so easily destroy;
OUR FRIENDSHIP
Which we must continue to define
Along paths ; beaten and unknown