Friendship On Fire

He brings me coffee in the morning

White flowers in the noon

Whispers poetry by moonlight

I love the way he spoons ~ me

He looks in my eyes when I talk

Holds me when I weep

Never tells me not to cry

Protects me as I sleep

He loves me 

And he is my friend

Friendship on Fire

Friendship on Fire

He loves me 

And he is my friend

Friendship on Fire 

Friendship on Fire

One Last Try

One last try?
And where might that be hidden?
What if all those last try's have been spent?

One last try?
You ask this so nonchalantly
Like you're simply asking for one more slice of bread

One last try...Well let me tell you
When last I reached for it 
When last I tried to grasp... 

...Like sand ~ like water it slipped through my hopeful fingers