Sometimes, I feel a little better having a friend like you.
You - alive, kind, mysterious - always the ultimate.
But time - the test of friendship - has made us the
participants in a cruel exercise.
For when time is 'enough' and the storm is passed,
Then we like two ships at sea weathering the stormy
Will be separated by miles of time.
We will be better for knowing one another,
Perhaps - if we really think about it.
But the panacea of friendship magnified by the times
Becomes the placebo of the memory which only and
alone will survive the ultimate distance.
I was alone - and lonely - and you came along
As if your time pendulum and mine swung passed each
other, then stopped for a brief interlude.
But the pendulum swing is perpetual and the interlude
And we will swing our separate ways - alone.
But in the interlude how much better life seemed:
A brief stay in the green valley with its soft green
carpet, graceful shade trees, and crystal clear
crisply calling creek.
The animals come to you and understand what you are.
And the warmth of the sun and the gentle wind proudly
acknowledge the presence of their 'honorary' masters.
We talked together, played together, and sang, and
understood - sometimes.
Sometimes - maybe that's why the stay is so brief!
Could it be that the need to be understood and the fear
of the loss if we were,
Drives a wedge that sets the pendulum back in motion.
The pendulum will soon be swinging again, and we may
never know 'who is right?'
(Did I hear someone say 'What do you care?')
I don't care who is right, only that we'll never have that
chance in friendship to find out.
I care as much for the product of your being as
I do for you.
Sometimes, I feel a little better for knowing you.
But I wish I never had the chance.
The going away is so much more painful than
the coming - I wonder why?
Perhaps because this one very tiny little tear is my only