friendship poems

all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
quietly, with reverance, in awe
over the river they beckon to me
within my hand i hold
i am old and blind
as evening falls
which i wish to remark
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
softly now the light of day
among the mountains i wandered
and still they walked on
one sweetly solemn thought
green afternoon serene and bright
roses and gold