Endless Rest

In friendship's embrace, duty finds its home,
Each friend unveils a world within the mind.
 
Tested thrice, the true friend stands,
In need, in silence, when life's hour ends.
 
Judge not—love is the higher art,
In loving, we become ourselves at last.
 
A friend is treasure without measure,
Worth more than all the world's knowledge or pleasure.
 
Offer enemies a thousand paths to mend,
And shield your friendships to the very end.
 
I am of the placeless, traceless kind,
Neither flesh nor spirit, neither bound nor confined.
 
In unity I find my purpose, my quest,
One world, one love, one infinite rest.
 
From love's first breath, a tender spark,
I sought you, my soul's unseen mark.
 
True lovers never part—they dwell in the heart,
In laughter and tears, in all stories of art.
 
In small joys, friendship lights its way,
In morning's breath, hearts spread their wings today.
 
When longing fades, love persists,
Two voices speak: to love, to resist what hurts.
 
Half of all I speak may seem to fall,
Yet in reaching you, it becomes all.
 
Seek true friendship, seek the highest call,
In loving others, our spirits transcend all.