Friendships

Friendships were never
meant to last forever
born to wilderness, of both
concrete and dirt, like those
flowering chrysanths in the garden,
or blooming water lilies in the mud,
even the dozen nameless blossoms
on the sidewalk.
Exquisite every ways, though
those contours, ever fleeting
unparalleled, never to be replicated.
Living that moment,
to be lost in another
like a waning moon in night sky
like call of cicadas in the forest nigh
like falling dew at the dawn,
What's with that lengthy sigh!

Friendships, were always
meant to be sought
nurtured, sustained,
appreciated
in that momentary pause
But no, there is no forever
thus precious, precisely why!
While you walk on the sidewalk,
navigate the swamps
Or plod the deserts
friendships, that you make along the way
bloom and wither, wax and wane
In the wilderness they grow,
a renascent artistry,
permeating time,
living in wisps of memories!