Fashion Access inspired by this poem: Where is the friendâs home? It was at dawn when the rider asked. The sky paused. The passerby, who carried a branch of light upon his lips, gave the darkness of the sands to brightness, and with his finger pointed to a poplar, saying: âBefore you reach that tree, there is a garden alley, greener than Godâs own dream. And in it, love is as blue as the feathers of honesty. Go to the end of that alleyâ from behind the verge of youth a boy will appear, his height greener than the dream of God. Then turn toward the flower of solitude. Two steps before the flower, youâll pause beside the eternal fountain of the earthâs old legends, and a clear fear will take you. In the flowing intimacy of space, you will hear a rustling soundâ Youâll see a child, who has climbed a tall pine, to take a fledgling from the nest of light. And you will ask him: âWhere is the friendâs home?ââ See more