A friend to lean on
I travel wings to the wind.
Where there is no road.
To where my thoughts dart.
I go to where hate lives
Guilt as company, searching for a friend.
I am firmly convinced nobody wants me.
Grieved for who I am,
I meant to bloom but forgot each morning to do so.
Like a pale manikin with luminous eyes and sparrow legs,
The gone years hug me.
I dash into the dark to places below the surface.
Where hate dominates
Searching for something.
I go searching for love and find you a friend.
Legs rooted to earth
Thumping new life as you ease in.
You go into my depths
Through which time has been escaping.
It is you who rescues me
Nursing hate, as one would a child.
A pair of empty wings and what's left of my tail,
My mind follows you,
Testing my steps like a child.
The power of calm is like a meditating silence.
Some moods are forever pleasant.
The only way there is by a friend to lean on.
A relaxed wind returns me to myself.
A small world you can almost control.
You articulate my moods
And shrug away its evils.
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