By the sea
My Treasured Friend
Of treasures I do value most,
this heart that opens when I'm near.
I enter without chaperone.
She knows she has no need of fear.
Though miles apart, I hear her laugh
and feel her hand upon my own.
A close embrace with words she says,
this tender friendship that has grown.
As swollen shadows grow with night
and cast their pall upon my breast,
soft whispers in the dark she speaks.
that help massage my soul to rest.
Her words, poetic images,
are gifts, they're treasures I will keep.
She knows they'll not escape the chest,
to ever give her cause to weep.
I love this friend for who she is.
She truly is a work of art.
I hope these words in some small way
have placed my kiss upon her heart.
"Love is space and time measured by the heart"