are we falling or flying.

a poem from a friend.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Friends.

There's an English phrase that goes -

beauty is in the eye of the beholder;

until the day i perish,

this phrase will never get older/

Different people have different views on the meaning of beauty

It can be a lion for it's courage, an eagle;the way it soars or an ostrich; it's agility.

Even I, a simple and ignorant man,

Have my own perspective of what beauty means;

My very own interpretation of it,

The beauty i see, in this life i lead.

Beauty is the sunrise, Beauty is the sunset;

Beauty is the true friends that i have met;

Beauty is the day, beauty is the night

Beauty is when i realize, they're always by my side.

Beauty is the land, the sea and sky,

Beauty is knowing that they'll always help me without a sigh

Beauty is the sun, the moon and the stars,

beauty is the true friends that visit you eventhough you're behind bars.

I see Brenda as one who is full of charisma,

The way Cheryl makes everyone smile, to me remains an enigma

Becky; often labelled the "livewire"

Michelle; the love and passion in her is like an undying fire.

Brenda; always there for you till the end of time

A friend that can never be bought with a quarter or a dime

Cheryl is one i will always cherish

Right till the day i perish.

Becky; a fun and awesome person to be with

she is truly an authentic God's gift

Michelle is one never to be forgotten

What is there to be said? She's an angel from heaven

This is not just any poem with phrases that rhyme,

This is about the great friends I have in this life of mine,

Friends that i relate to beauty

The beauty that is everlasting and is for eternity.

-Raphael-