Friends Poem by Zyw Zywa

Sometimes the moon is round
sometimes she is a boat
in which I can sail up

when I go to sleep, and then
you are sailing with me
to the sun

of the next day
We wave to the stars
to the great and the little

Bear and Sirius the Dog
and we sprinkle kisses
to the people

with sparkles in all colours
of very nice dreams
about having fun with friends

helping each other, living
together, because that's me
such a friend, your friend