Our friendship endures,
In a white vessel that sails
Toward unknown shores,
We stir the infinite ocean
Leaving a trail of indecipherable waves,
Each a measure of the passing moment,
And of the calm it procures.
Yet, no seafaring occurs
Without uncertainty of reaching port,
Or apprehension of grazing invisible reefs,
Or dread of seeing someone lost.
In the sunlight hours,
Or under the star blanketed night,
Each passing day,
Reminds us that, still, our friendship endures.
Copyright 2010 Alain Millon
