friendship poetry

a little peach in the orchard grew
some of the hurts you have cured
with lips blood red and heart of stone
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
i expect you
sad are they who know not love
daughters of time
look out upon the stars, my love
listen to the sounding sea
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
there is a country full of wine
be not false
which keeps
made up of loveliness alone