S.O.S., To a Friend

Little friend, I wear you on my sleeve, to me

My sole reason for being, little friend -

Tell me sweet nothings and silly lies, my one, my only

The apple of my eye: the Sun

In my own, little sky.

 

 

Come, little one, perch here on my shoulder, whisper in my ear

Many fables and tales, all the little things I so long to hear:

This discord within me, is not my insanity, but merely

The backlash of long, lonely years - and you

My saviour

My sweet little angel

Your halo a spark in this seemingly never-ending trail of darkness,

Flood my dark mind with light:

Cease this wretched night.