Friendship is the Fabric
Love is the key
It may be incidental
a fluke of fortuity
a day of bounteous blue skies
or wander by the sea.
We may do it in the sun
magic moments magnetise
or solitary satisfaction
scores a special prize.
Whatever when or where it is
an incident or more
drawing back the curtains
And she was opening the door.
Friendship is the fabric.
Love is the key we hold
a feat for the meek-hearted
sold to the brave and bold.
Whenever there’s a thunderstorm
And lightning lights the sky.
Or a rainbow frames the grey and gold.
The rain gods cry.
The whisper of the breeze
birdsong in the morn
a quiet sleep of satisfaction
the first yawn of the dawn.
Clouds crowded information
bright light shining through
the simplicity of nature
sun poking through the blue.
It may be termed incidental.
and thereby perchance
Yet we’ll be participating
as part of the audience.
©
David Rudder
2022
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