i thought i’d offer you a touch of space;
remember what it once was to your mind —
then take from me this gentle gift of grace,
and close your eyes, if your are so
inclined
Tag: Friendship
My Friend, The Fountain
My friend, the fountain, loves his work;
He’s always punctual and true –
Displays, like a hibachi chef
The many things that he can do
In spraying jests, both here and there –
The water games, the light jeux d’eau;
My friend, the fountain’s always here,
Unlike some other “friends” I know
To share is human:
Maria D.
She’s past the age of worrying about
What ‘all men’ want – it’s more about what she
Is looking for and in her kind of friend,
And what, in friendship, she might newly be —
Recover,
Discover,
You’re more than a lover
You’re more than a warmer
Beneath a bed cover;
No one else to say
How you speak or you dress —
You don’t have to settle
For love that is less
She snaps a selfie out there on the beach
I look at it, three thousand miles away;
My stars, I’m glad she left that evil place,
She’s more herself with every passing day
It’s not about
Escaping doubt;
Sometimes she’s gonna have a drought
Of ideas, creativity;
No longer in captivity,
Indulging her proclivity
To love, with all she’s got,
The peopled landscape of her life,
And regain her lost plot
Rekindling
From swindling,
Her tears are daily dwindling;
Maria D., my friend, please see
The marvel you will always be
A wonder you can come to know
With us, your friends, along
In tow
To share is human:
a mourning dove
i feel the wind as it cries “hope”
and pushes me to tasks undone;
there’s no one seems to understand,
or maybe everyone
there is a cry off in the woods,
of one who’s lost her only love;
and I would comfort her, except
she is a mourning dove
and mourning has its season, as
the bitter day turns empty night;
i feel the wind as it cries “hope”
and wish that i
could make it
right
To share is human:
I Can’t Imagine What It Is for You
I know that I don’t understand;
And when I try, I make you mad –
I know I can’t imagine what
It is for you, how very bad —
Right now, I feel inadequate,
But I know this is real –
And there is sorrow in my heart
For just how bad
You feel
To share is human:
* An Offer *
Send me all your pain, and let me bear it,
Box it up, and bring it to my door;
I will do this thing, I won’t forswear it,
You won’t have to bear it anymore
Seal up all your tears inside a bottle,
Vial up your sorrow and your grief;
I will take them on, and cry them for you:
I can give you something like relief
So much, too soon, unfairly placed on you:
But I can take some,
That is what friends
Do
To share is human:
Empty Place
Coming back from seeing you again
I pass by this empty place,
Where all that remains
Is the useless but recognizable form
Of what it once was.
And I realize:
You and I
Are in exactly the same shape
To share is human:
