A fat crescent of a reflection
Buzzed with the toxins of passion
Groping in my world of fascinations
Sing my poem dear friend
Hunting myself in the baffled winds
Whom did I find ?
A voice slithered in “hush, you’re not alone”
My heart shifted to a whole new pump.
Seemingly senseless was every word uttered,
A state of bliss through your eyes each morn sited.
I lay my heart in the murk of another,
Through a course of your unread eyes, silence.
A four line harmony that resonated around you,
I sat looking into our future hue,
My dear friend laughed a question,
Which tore me, into a sharp edged prick, again.
I’m here again, writing about your existence,
Laughing at my answers with utmost persistence,
A friend sorrow and a new found gift to stay as a memory,
A soulful bliss posing with wizards of pain.
I wonder what I will be like,
I wondered and wandered through those years of mine,
Lighting my very own fire,
Shooting for the stars through the blinds of your hooded hate.
Oh my dearest, Friend.
It’s me – [Sharon]