A/N: Poems into Stories Competition, Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds, William Shakespeare
A Larger Poetry Collection
178. Eternal Friendship
They call some things eternal: he took his friends
not knowing that, but eternal they were
nonetheless: the lighthouse that shines its beacons
on the story waters that was his life, showing the rocks
that sought to drag him down
into the foul
And he would never drown, because, through thick or thin
his friends were there – whether they smiled together
or quarrelled within, they were there
and not even when circumstance or time tore them away
could those golden braids ever change.
It had started off coincidental
but ended eternal.