I dreamed of a long unseen friend.
In the morning,
I asked myself for meaning.
There is none,
There is only memory.
A grain plucked,
From the sandy beach of the past.
Furnished from black and white reels.
Is my mind now trickster to my age?
Has been ground less by time.
Some do say,
Time makes a friendship stronger.
Time is a flesh devouring rasp file.
In the end,
All memories will be gone.
What is left,
Only bone and bone cannot remember.
Copyright: 2008 Donald Harbour