Friends..

Moonlight touches that road,
the one that is distant, unknown;
Where, no one likes to go,
as that road is narrow, not broad.

Not many can reach there,
it asks for enough understanding;
of its being, and differential reclining,
still, there is beauty to adhere.

One who has the will to see,
those patches in the road can be;
a solitaire in the many gems that line,
oh, the wanderer who reached the sign;
got to learn, of the value of its being,
how life had given yet the wings;
for the wanderer to get that place,
where happiness danced in bounty-in solace.

That link was formed, because there was,
a connect far beyond, those broader roads;
to the one which was narrow, yet lonely,
only the wanderer could reach there in belief;
with the moonlight guiding the path towards,
the magic of the warm breeze and the trees.

"That was friendship.
Connection of a lifetime, all that could be seen."