Best friends bring a joyful liveliness into our lives,
allowing us to blossom in our own times and way.
Reason and logic make no sense in the love of a friend-
ship.
We are like shooting stars, free as can be, outer space
has no limits, just like our interior lives as poets
together, roaming wherever our hearts and minds can take
us.
Flying to mars, saturn, the moon, exploring our total
beings through subconscious knowledge.
Spreading itself as we find that it glues our lives
together in friendship for eternal times in our forever
lives in heaven when we leave this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem