I will be to you

A friend's promise to another

I will be to you…

As the sweet taste of rain

That lingers exquisitely on taste-buds

After the harsh rebuke of a dusty sun

 

I will be to you…

The enchantment of cologne,

Purified from the alluring spices of our secrets

Whispers crackling sweetly like live cinders

 

I will be to you…

As the fragrance of dawn,

Wet with the thawing ice of darkness

Wakeful with sounds of meditative silence

 

I will be to you…

As the music of a lonely bird at sunset

Its loyal companion and ease

That friend indeed