If I ever wrote of you dear friend
Would it be of the outside?
Would I write of a smile
of ten thousand shining stars
without the fear of missing
the star that changed the sky?

If I ever wrote of you dear friend
would it be of the inside?
would I write of your soul
desperate to capture
the essence and rhythm
describing a painting that eyes can’t see.

If I ever wrote of you dear friend
would it be of our friendship?
the perpetual binding of  souls
paired lights shimmering softly
dancing through rain filled puddles
just before daybreak

If I ever wrote of you dear friend
would I ever write this to you?
my words whispered into the wind
I write this only of you my dear friend
as I plant you deep in my heart
in the secret place where flowers bloom.