a letter to a friend

for you,

some words,

not mine but yours,

both whispered soft

and spoken lures.

a heart

both true

and steady clean,

may never know

what love can mean.

for times

will be

as times will be,

just not when time

comes easily.

it can

but reach

with comely hope

to find a name

which to elope.

but as

you know,

with certainty,

that all we wish

won't always be.

so if

you must

speak with sunrise

please gently pass

my wistful eyes.

for now

my heart

must learn to fleet

your beauty soft

and smile sweet.