(about 1997)
Communicating with you is as simple as a smile
When I am with you, I am provoked by my heart,
and not my thoughts.
It is more rewarding to hold my tongue, and just listen
and yet I talk and talk, longing to say something to you
of the grace and beauty you bring to my life..
and when there is silence again--
it seems I have done nothing
but to have made another mistake,
for which I beg your forgiveness.
It is because of this that I now live.
Your kindness makes it possible to lift
my head and look for a brighter day,
and to smile during a long, dark night.
It has most often been your hand
which has been lent to me when I fall,
and I must be forever imprisoned with wondering
what I can ever do to repay you.
You are my friend.
