Once upon a friendship

Once upon a friendship . . . it was a clear blue sky that night when I met you for the first time

I remember wondering that night where the stars were and if they were on sabbatical

It was chief Beck’s 80^th birthday and my parents had forced me to attend. I had on my jade green, knee-length dress. The one which you later told me made me look like a “wide-eyed foal”

Now that I think of it, it seems all the stars were in hiding that night because a bigger star was about to come into my life

*no* scratch that*

Two stars crossed paths that night

Once upon a friendship . . . not long after that, we met at the book art festival. I was there to perform a dance, you were there for your exhibition. It was only natural that we should chat and have lunch together; it was the simplest thing in the world, talking to you. One soul gravitated to the other in solemn, ineffable comradeship. Two once separate souls knitted together in a strong braid of amaranthine friendship, bonded by their love for the arts

Once upon a friendship . . . now lying here, my eyes reflecting the illumination from the pulsating star before me, I can’t help but remember you, the star with a twinkle in his dimple . . .