My Friend

You shelter me through tempest storms �" indeed, you are my friend.

You never try to change my ways, instead you interblend;

I’m free with you and you with me, and neither will offend.

In spite of fashion's etiquette, your care does not depend

on ways I dress (or part my hair) - I’m not a passing trend,

and in my need you comfort me till twists and turns unbend.

We needn’t don thin masks of clay or otherwise pretend,

and when I sometimes act the fool you never condescend

but try instead to steep my views in eyes that comprehend.

At times I dwell within the depths, you smile and I ascend

to levels of tranquillity which others can’t transcend.

You never ask, demand or take, you give and understand,

and when I’m lost, a frantic child, you lead me by the hand

through castle gates in mirrored walls throughout a fairyland 

where fears and worries linger less than tracks in drifting sand.

With you my words are ever free, they trickle out unplanned,

and fearful feelings I possess you seize as contraband.

Your laughter flows upon my woes like waves on troubled strand

which leave behind within their wake a calm and peaceful land.

Not everyone is pleased, I’m told, that you and I are friends.

The world outside... they envy us... that you and I are friends.

We dare defy the green-eyed storm... for you and I are friends.

Reviews

[Valentine]

Your rhyming is great. I am not always good with that. Valentine

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Valentine...
I guess my name inspires me to rhyme... ;-)

[terry smith]

Everyone should have such a friend...I did long ago...Nice poem T!

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, T...
Yes everyone should...
but good things often come to an end...
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