Dear Unsealed,

We walk through our lifetime,
On planet Earth
To walk
To run
For fun
Of rebirth
Of bonds of friends that intertwine
With our everyday smiles and laughter
Of new friendships formed as we capture
Photographs of play and nature and all things
Friends share experiences of human beings,
Of life and living each day
Along the way.
Hear every word that I say.
What happens when tears and heartache appear
Among the two friends of a New Year,
As the two friends were young and free
As they grow up to be
Other people as careers?
Who will win?
The two friends took different life paths.
One girl goes to college to satisfy her thirsty curiosity to expand her mind.
As she steps into the classroom of professors to combine
Knowledge and critical thinking skills.
In the progressive way
Of slipping into the 21st century time
Of creating a stream of consciousness of rhythm and rhyme.
The other girl
Chose another path,
To travel
Of motorcycles and army and other avenues
Of life, laughter, destruction of venues
Of sporadic adventures as the girl walks into
The wild blue
Of what she chooses to do
The two friends lose touch,
But still think about each other so much,
Not realizing when they meet up as adults,
They no longer have anything in common,
As the roads they chose were different as night and day
No reason,
No rhyme,
Just in time
They go their separate ways again,
In time they each count the actual number of true friends
On their one hand of five fingers of expression of when
They each discover people come into our lives,
To stay or teach a lesson,
And that one friend was there to care,
At a certain point in time to bear
A burden of friendship then flies away.
So, I have learned that some friends go away,
Because they were there for that time in our lives
Then to walk a different life path of hope, despair, or strife
And to remember it is okay.
Bless the time
And move forward with rhythm, rhyme, and song of space and time,
To live.

We accept the adventures of different roads taken,
Of yesterday and today
As we awaken
To a new dawn
A sun
A star
A moon,
To you my long-ago friend of my childhood
No worries,
Take care,
Live,
Laugh,
Care,
Despair,
Hope,
And love and peace to you
In the matrix of time and theater of life
I choose life and creative endeavors of strife,
Turned into light energy,
Of the Earth
The stars, the moon
I will not see you soon,
As we can no longer communicate
About politics or life
As we are 180 degrees away from
Compromise or love.
You are my past friend.
And in the end
I am okay.
You are okay.
We were meant for only childhood play.
Sincerely,
Vicki Lawana Trusselli