The Way It Should Be

Solitude have I to endure,seemingly held with disclosure.A fellow left astray,as yet from yesterday.Flashing your dainty, disarming smile,warms my heart every once in a while.Our longtime kinshipwill always bloom with friendship.It has never been so profound,a lifetime friend have I found.Let our friendship be a bond,which can never be like a dry pond.Let us not forget the dreams we share,forever like sisters or brothers we care.You'll always be a friend to me,and that's the way it should be.

Ode To My True Friend

The day I met youI found a friend -And a friendship thatI pray will never end.Your smile - so sweetAnd so bright -Kept me goingWhen day was as dark as night.You never ever judged me,You understood my sorrow.Then you told me it needn't be that wayAnd gave me the hope of a better tomorrow.You were always there for me,I knew I could count on you.You gave me advice and encouragementWhenever I didn't know what to do.You helped me learn to love myselfYou made life seem so good.You said I can do anything I put my mind toAnd suddenly I knew I could.There were times when we didn't see eye to eyeAnd there were days when both of us cried.But even so we made it through:Our friendship hasn't yet died.Circumstances have pulled us apart,We are separated by many miles.Truly, the only thing that keeps me goingIs my treasured memory of your smile.This friendship we shareIs so precious to me,I hope it grows and flourishesAnd lasts unto infinity.You are so extra-special to meAnd so this to you I really must tell:You are my one true friend,My Guardian Angel.Our friendship is one-in-a-millionSo let's hold on to it and each other.We cannot let this chance of pure bliss fly awayFor there will never be another.I love you.I will always love you.

A Tear Fell

I shed a tear todaySilently, I felt it fallYou caught itshared itheld itfelt itthensuddenlyit wasn'tso bigafter all

A Simple Thank-You, My Friend

Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,You entered, bringing light and life to me,The vivid colors, painted with a swirlOf wit and charm, of personality,With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,And images that line the now bright walls.I look upon them fondly, bringing forthA thankfulness that you walk in these hallsWith me; our friendship has become a partOf my world now; it has its special place,Within my being, life, and in my heart,Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.Rememb'ring just how drab these walls had been,I have to thank you for the light, my friend.

Mere Words

I searched among the card displays,To see if I could find,A little something that would sayJust what was on my mind.However there was not a one,That captured it just right,For no one else can understandJust what I'd like to write.I even find it difficultTo try to write it down,For how do I portray to you,The love that I have known?I close my eyes and what I see,Is someone I adore;A person who is beautiful,Right down into their soul.Mere words cannot describeThe many qualities you show,The love and caring nature thatYou share with those who know.Your kind and gentle temperament,Your sweet angelic smile,Your softly spoken sentiments,That reach across the miles.Your smile and laugh that sparkle withThe softness of your sighs,The way your face lights up a room ...That twinkle in your eye.The loving gestures through the years,That quickly come to mind,For always you've a gentle wordTo calm and soothe I find.I struggle and I search to tryTo find some words anew ...And yet I cannot captureAll the things that make you you.I shall therefore, be satisfiedThat you must simply know,Just how I feel about you,For with words I cannot show.

Not In Her Storm

I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rainAnd it is always I fight for the welcome changeWhen it rains it pours on this heart of mineSo, I take the storms I feel to her each time.But I know she has lived under her own pouring rainYet under her water her heart still doesn't changeShe can walk away from what hangs overheadAnd, not in her storm, are words left unsaid.Not in her storm have I ever felt aloneHer storm ends, so I, may find my way homeIt's for me that she pushes away her own rainSo, that I may find comfort in calling her name.She lives in this world for the sake of another's heartGod, how she eases the miles when worlds apartAnd she never wanders when your world falls throughNot ever in her storm would she do this to you.She has wings that I know not only I can seeCause only an angel could find strength to carry meIt's the way that the eyes can surely viewHow her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.Not in her storm is her work ever doneAnd even in her storm she hands me the sunWhen her world is dark - I always have lightAnd now how I hold the new color of night.She takes then she gives to an unhappy faceSo that many can find an awesome placeI have been able to love her more every dayAnd with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.Not in any storm that I will ever live beneathCould ever change what I hold here inside of meNot in any of her storms have I lost my angels touchTo that angel out there, I love her so much.

The Dummy

In that forgotten part of townWhere wasted hopes and dreams abound,A wrinkled man with life near end,In hopes to have at least one friend,Fashioned bits of wood and thingsAnd made a dummy run by strings.He sat alone for hours on end,Conversing with his only friendAnd found delight within the factThat he controlled it's every act.He told it how he never hadA chance, since all his luck was badAlthough he'd tried so to succeed -The dummy nodded and agreed.And how his journeys in romanceHad never given him a chance,And wasn't it a crying shameThat he was always held to blameWhen everyone knew, oh so well,That life is but a living Hell,Controlled by lust and power and greed?The dummy nodded and agreed.With patience that would rival saints,That dummy sat through all complaintsAnd, with each little expert tug,He'd droop his head or bow or shrugAnd give some comfort to the manWho held his lifelines in his handAnd helped to fill a lonely needWhen he just nodded and agreed.Senility increased with timeAs did the old man's phantomime,And feverish fingers pulled with gleeThe dummy's dance of misery.They never left each other's sideUntil the day both stopped and died.We found them lying, hand in hand,The dummy - and his wooden friend.