what's left with tomorrow, when all your hope is lost in today. well look to the horizon little one, that dying sunset will only bring you new friends.
an ode to my friends...
you are my pillars of salt, you are my sunset skies, my waning morning winds, my wholesum friday dying.
my messengers of hope, my doves of peace, my words when i cant find none, my friends, and an ode is not enough.... i must in every breath breathe a word of thanks, and do so till time itself does end. for without you, there was none and none shall ever be, many thanks now, and many more to follow...till eternity.