"friend"
i say it twice;
i say your name
in an attempt to continue on,
so vast majorities
may know your voice...
and choices can climb
from several soils.
i pick up your soul
like morning's kiss
and observe words
that free us from fear--
so you know worth
without waiting
and atmospheres
that appear above clouds.
i see blond suns
and scorching skies pealed
with promise
and times that paint rainbows
the colour of care...
and the mention of "friend"
within second sights
and good intentions.
we are here for reasons,
lured by the cure
of literacy,
to induce seasons
inside ink's blotted beliefs
and you throw me
inside knowing,
to briefly see
through lightened lashes
ekeing eternity
past the squeaking of present
to sign twinges of expression
within etched emotions
of heart.
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Adding your comment:
Oh La this is just amazing! I couldn't have asked for more beautiful an thoughtful poem. You have been and are such a wonderfuly friend and I feel honoured by this poem.
