I hope my whispers to the sky
Make their way to you
By way of love
In our faire of friendship
Touching the crevices of you
Only exposed
When the soul is weak
To remind you, that you and I,
Are not so different
But much more alike
Than the stars in the sky.
May the love we have
Not be troubled by torment
But rather,
Contently drift with the gusts,
To where they may lead.