The most important thing

to my friends

More than the need to be understood

we long to know we are not alone

That silent knowledge that comes iron clad

like the assurance of the sun at dawn.

the touch of your hand in mine and everything's fine

Even when days grow bleak

as our suns smoulder behind closed clouds rank with uncertainty.

I hold on to this more than the fondest of memories.

More than precious jewels or finest gold,

we long to feel loved:- to belong.

People do crazy things for love;

'Not the dinner,a movie and an evening walk

under a canopy of stars' crazy,

But the self-sacrificial, head over heels, kind of stuff

where nought matters but living to die

for a second of her eyes fixed to mine...

I have seen men die for far less...

But I remember it well,

you taking my hands in yours

And in the full, beautiful depths of your eyes,

and the magic of those three precious words,

I heard the very voice of God.

More than the temporary thrill of new adventures,

the novelty of untouched, untamed frontiers,

we long for a place to call home:

Four walls of love, nurture and respect,

These I carry in my heart like a compass

To bring me back to you when I stray

For destinies take us on different paths.

Yours is to fly with birds on that invisible trail alight with stars,

to walk the earth or sail the sea,

But mine I found in a book amongst dusty, pallid pages.

I want to fly,

ride the waves, 

walk into the deepest caves-

I wanna do it all

yet as you walk where I can't

let me live through you.

Your ability, my incapacity,

my strength, your weakness

make our destinies entwined

it makes you and I one.