is the meeting of two souls
Entwined in a comfortable embrace;
Not sensual by nature,
but warm like family,
In this cruel and unfriendly place.
They
Validate their own existence,
They caress each other’s soul;
They slay their dragons from a warm cocoon,
In sadness they console.
Friendship,
Like a poem,
Is the sweet breath of God
As he sings
In a loved one’s ear;
A love song scored by a Master,
But not always
For the masses to hear.
Eric L. Wattree