A Common Friend

The lone cloud whispers
is loneliness your friend, asks he.
Yes, I mutter, a friend she is
in dark nights, in solemn days
when my heart cries,
when the soul screams,
she holds me tight.

Smiles and sighs the cloud,
she is my friend too, says he.
For when world thinks
the vast sky is mine,
how could I want more,
an illusion that is.
My empty heart still longs
for a friend to say mine
and there she is,
holding me tight.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: