Vines with intertwining strength
That grow towards the sky
can grow apart,
seeking separate paths
... and smother what went before.
Are we old friends, grown apart.
Do we still nourish and replenish the other?
Do we reach for the Heavens together,
or do we kill the remembered spirit,
as we pull apart?
Friends must maintain a mighty vigil.
Are we support vines, do we still intertwine,
or not-- Should we quietly part?
Hold the goodness of the past, and keep its strength;
Keep old friends old friends.
Let the Spirit never part.