What Are Friends For? Poem by Dave Dafes

In realms where shadows dance with fleeting light,
And echoes whisper through the starry night,
A tale unfolds of bonds that deeply bind,
Of friendships true, an epic of its kind.

What are friends for, if not to stand the test,
When tempests roar and winds won't find their rest?
Through trials dire, where courage must prevail,
True friends emerge, their steadfastness unveiled.

Upon life's canvas, strokes of joy and strife,
Comrades are artists, weaving threads of life.
In every chapter, be it sad or gay,
They paint with hues that never fade away.

As seasons turn, and time's relentless flow,
Friends are the constants, helping hearts to grow.
Through meadows green or valleys dark and low,
They walk beside you, never letting go.

When sorrow's tempest clouds the azure sky,
A friend's embrace can mend a soul awry.
With laughter shared, the burdens seem to soar,
For in true friendships, joy is magnified more.

Through whispered secrets and unspoken vows,
A sacred covenant beneath friendship's boughs.
What are friends for, if not to understand,
The language of the heart, both soft and grand?

They are the keepers of our hidden dreams,
In unity, a symphony that gleams.
With every stumble, they uplift the fall,
For friends, in essence, are the heart's recall.

In battles fought within and wars without,
True friends stand firm, dispelling seeds of doubt.
Their loyalty, an armor strong and bright,
Guiding through the darkest realms of night.

So, in this epic woven through the years,
Celebrate the friends who calm your fears.
For in the tapestry of life, they weave,
What are friends for? The answer: to believe.