Best friend

.. MY... BEST...FRIEND...
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Silence
hovering companionably
between us two:
words remained unspoken
clearly understood by the other
revealing our hidden secrets
Do eyes communicate in a language different?

Engulfed
me with
its silent loudness;
the rustling of the leaves,
the birds chirping,
the flowers whispering,
the setting Sun sighing-
Rejuvenated I was free ,as if reborn!

For I could hear
the Inner Voice-
crying at being ignored.
Reminding me the beauties of Life
The simple pleasures of Life,
The purpose of my Life!
Felt I once again close ,in touch with YOU!

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I wanted to hold you,
And tell of this love -
I have for you,
Whilst together
That night.

I wanted you to be in my arms,
And promise you the world -
Of our future
By each others side,
Just us two.

I wanted to tell you,
Of the passion that fills me
When I see you;
Of the fire that in me blazes,
When you are around.

I wanted to do all these -
And much more, my love,
But with you I was afraid
To lose what I almost had
With glazed eyes, I said goodbye,
And walked away, into nothingness.
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Friends are angels who lift our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly. (author unknown)

A little consideration,
a little thought for others.
makes all the difference.

A.A. Milne
(Pooh's little instruction book)

NOW the flowers are all folded
And the dark is going by.
The evening is arising . . .
It is time to rest.
When I am sleeping
I find my pillow full of dreams.
They are all new dreams:
No one told them to me
Before I came through the cloud.
They remember the sky, my little dreams,
They have wings, they are quick, they are sweet.
Help me tell my dreams
To the other children,
So that their bread may taste whiter,
So that the milk they drink
May make them think of meadows
In the sky of stars.
Help me give bread to the other children
So that their dreams may come back:
So they will remember what they knew
Before they came through the cloud.
Let me hold their little hands in the dark,
The lonely children,

In a church by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for
Is to unlock the door
While those around him criticize and sleep
And through a fractal on that breaking wall
I see you my friend and touch your face again
Miracles will happen as we dream
But we're never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive unless
We are a little
Crazy, crazy, crazy