MY FRIEND
You’re not just fine,
You, dearest friend
of mine.
I don’t fit words
your person to define.
And all my thoughts
That have been
shared with you,
Were always told to
unify or hearts.
My words to
you,your words to me,
Become a token of
our greatest days,
They’re very dear,
and see?
Our ways have moved
To those "down
under” parts, beyond all seas...
Your lines are
brought to me by modern winds,
By artificial
angels with no wings,
I read them slowly
So to see
What feelings and impressions
have been sent to me.
These are the
mirrors of myself in you,
Unless I have a
small place there,
My effort’s bare
and
Going on towards
you
I won’t dare.
