About the Poem
I have very few friends who are true to my heart. Yet, those that are, I care for and love unconditionally. I wish for them health, happiness, prosperity, beauty, and love. I wish for them all things good.
This poem is one I wrote to one of my very closest friends when she had to go off to graduate school over two- hundred miles away from her friends and family, to a city where she knew absolutely no one. She was so excited about polishing her college education, yet at the same time she was anxious and fearful. She was scared she would loose her friends and not be able to make new ones. Though, I couldn't bare the thought of her leaving, I knew she was edifying her dreams and ambitions, and I knew that I was so proud of her and that I would always be here for her, just as I knew she would always be there for me no matter how many miles apart. The day she left, we both embraced crying as if we would never see each other again.
It has been almost a year now, and we see each other once a month and we write and e- mail each other sometimes twice a day. I am grateful to have her as a friend.
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What Comes Of Tomorrow
Joy is what fills the heart of they
which hold within the mysteries of a friend
A passion unknown unto words
Within them fall the tears of all things they endure as one
And from their eyes diamonds fall,
So precious every one
Dear within, the memories they caress with sorrow
And gather them today, for what may come of tomorrow
Priceless ever are these moments that we spend with those so dear
Comforting now to know that they are near
Yet there comes a day when they see the eagle soar
And feel within their hearts
A passion so much more
As we stand beside them when that gleam glows in their eyes
What comes of tomorrow
My friend's lost paradise
And though a distant barrier wells up within the heart
There is a joy inside
To know the joy of a dawning start
Standing there beside them on that road to paradise
We say farewell and weep
Knowing they must also compromise
And so we hold them close and whisper in their ear
Please take with you these memories.
Then from the eyes,