My friend, your face

[Semicircle]

My friend, your face

My friend, your face 
grows dearer the farther 
you go away from me.      drift
Awash in the sea   at
are all our days
together

for futurity,                              I agree with Johnin, futurity seems overkill
yet the thought of your eyes
fills me with gladness,
and the garden of youth 
still grows memories 
of the things that you were,
whatever you be.

This poem is beautiful and brightened my day a little. 
Some small suggestions above, otherwize, good piece.

Cheers for the read,
SC