A friendship made beyond the veil
that curtain draped on rods of sleep
where no others than my self
may view the beauty then enjoyed

the void brings companionship
an irony that nothingness is the source
for a sharing that I'll not regret
even as guilt still finds its place

more than touch was implied
familiarity shared without reserve
I wish I could remember more
these recollections beyond the norm

this fellowship I’ll not soon forget
never to be seen beyond the night
it's still enough to write this poem
instruct my pen to dream again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181116.