The Golden Grain

by John Mark Boyd

Eyes have seen, yet not perceived
The friendship tie that binds
Ears have heard, yet not conceived
The secrets of our minds

Songs of old cannot reveal
The bonds we two have shared
Poetic prose cannot explain
Of fate that had us paired

Hand in hand and step by step
We walk a chosen path
No thoughts we have of looking back
Or giving in to wrath

So separate the wheat from chaff
To glean the golden grain
Though winds may blow the chaff away
Our friendship will remain

Friendship Poems