Everlasting Friend
Sometimes Fate works in mysterious ways.
A whisper in the wind rustling the fall time leaves,
Or even a pleasant pattern of twinkling starlight may help lead the way.
Once and a while, Fate will ride on the wings of the least,
Starting as a mere spark of inspiration,
And chaining to become a blossoming flame, full of mystery and poetic perfection.
It is things such as those that keep me going,
For my journey's length can't be known.
Although foggy and peccable, I push forward, with hopes like a child.
Sensations echo when I stroke my brush or strike a chord,
Feelings so powerful, the world can neither fathom nor hinder.
And though it may try to seem dark as night,
my Everlasting Friend who walks in the light
Shall guide me with heart, show my spirit its true might.
My Everlasting Friend stays through struggle and through fight.
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