friendship won't be announced
like a call to dinner
no it will slip through the tracks,
on a bridge for trains long abandoned..
like sunlight through a grate.
It'll seep into the cracks,
down the deep well,
like a long-distance flood.
It'll mix into the dark
and let that ink bleed away..
tap-out the sadness
that's kept company all the days.
friendship happens
like the breeze that has blown
away a favorite hat.
that secret laugh that only
is known what it means,
all is well.. no need to tell.
no need to speak..
Just let it happen if it's wanted.
wake up in that light, let it shine
deep in the gutters of the soul.
and brighten things up around here.
friendship wont' be announced.
find it good,
spinning words
into story
story into langue..
words of history
and of community.
spreading emotion
through the text.
forming connections
from spirit and heart
family and tongue.
with bended knee
we sit in shadows
watching as the world walks by,
heads down,
eyes transfixed,
wires dangle from ears,
and screens glow..
the random scream,
a few laughs and
squeaking wheels
as carts pulled behind,
pass by.
i watch you walking,
serious and tired.
an exhausted smile
on your face.. pushing,
no, pulling..
another saunter along.
everyone has a place
to go,
a place to be.. quickly.
i watch and wait and while
the hour goes.. reading
everything
in your body language and
hope to give encouragement..
and pass my day,
give a smile back to me,
once you've made it
your own.
Will you
remember me
when all the days go by?
While I wait
for you.
Through rainy days,
and
sun-dappled green
wind-wrested mornings..
I breathe the sigh,
and wonder why
I should wait
but willing,
I do.
Because.
I hope for you.
If I can't be pretty,
let me be worthwhile.
let me be a part of this,
the circle of your smiles.
Let me be filled with
your goodwill and your joy.
let me know you in
conversation,
even discreetly,
but personably,
deserving your esteem.
If I can't be pretty,
let me (at least) be worthwhile.
09 July 2016
edited & posted
11 July 2016
for you,
i would do most anything.
just to spend time.
to talk
or see your face,
to be with you,
within the circle
of your grace.
i would keep my hands
to myself
always,
so as not to hug,
or hold or scare you,
dear to me that you are.
i would keep my place.
if you would have the time.
Patience,
to call you mine
if only
for those short,
infrequent times.
