I live for the nights,
When I cannot sleep...
You welcome me
with haggard smile...
Like fine lace
friendships are woven...
Dedicated to Uncle Steve Kepros of Iowa, USA
I wish I had Gibran's hand...
They scrawl their ink upon a twill
where love and sadness often spill...
A bond among two
That words can't say...
Astral Hugs
It's been years...
I
Know...
Thank you so much for our moment in time
It really meant something to me...
I once held onto your heart,
not realising...
You came to me
When I needed a friend...
Like a prayer, almost
two hands clasped...