There, in the gentle glow of a waning moon,
sat a circle of friends.
Pockets of conversations were shared and passed around,
like a tantalizing meal of morsels and dishes
flavored and garnished with the familiar and new.
The winking wine danced with the candlelight
As each one sipped, savored and spoke
of their week’s trials and tribulations,
accompanied by laughs and jubilations.
Their voices filled the still night air
Adding to the symphony of nocturnal song.
They had done this for years now, masters in their own right.
Bending time, for it frequently stood still to watch
As they recaptured their joys, sorrows and memories lost.
Each word, a granule of sand
In the timeless hourglass of sisterhood.
She understood her. They understood me.
Whether in spoken or silenced words.
In the waning moonlight rays sat,
A circle of timelessness.
Laughter and tears joined them in discussion.
And all around, witnesses stood like stone to watch
Frozen and carved from admiration,
Wishing to join,
From these moon washed beauties.