Apart From Worldly Things

Friends

Where one begins, the other ends—
that's how it seems to go with friends.
It's almost like we've met before,
a wayward ship come in to shore
from out where ruthless swells have tossed
our weary selves, alone and lost.

Our friends are those who know our ways,
our victories, our trying days,
who walk with us the extra mile
their hand in ours for just that while
when walking on alone would be
a struggle of futility.

We know our friends to hear their words
that echo like a flock of birds
inside our being, singing true
the lyrics that they somehow knew.

We know them by their steady eyes
that see us through our weak disguise,
by sharing as the years unfold
with them, together, growing old.

And if we're parted, we will find
the thread connecting us will bind
together that which never ends—
that's how it seems to go with friends.