Posted on November 23, 2007
credit: Vangelis ” The Tao of Love “
(Bounced off: Butterfli’s ” I call you friend “)
Friendship
“It is my hope
that you find peace
It is my help
that you have when you need
It is my love
that shall never end
And it is all because
I call you friend “
And that is why
my weathered hand
scarred and stabbed a hundred times
still reaches softly to your side
and offers you, gaping wide
my heart, my whole, my happiness.
This hand has been a cruel fist
this hand has struck a thousand blows
but longs, deep down, to be held tight
in yours, my dear, my kindest friend,
for I am tired of the fight
tired of the lonely night
just hold my hand, and be my friend
and let our loving… never end.
F.M.
(c)
Last edited by Francis Meyrick on May 21, 2011, 10:13 pm
Zuzanna said on May 19, 2008
Hello, Francis
This is very beautiful and touchy,
It is like a harp. You pull the string and play a wonderful music.
The music call love with longing
for that hand to reach out to touch yours.
FABULOUS POEM!!
Thank you,
Zuzanna