There is

a perfect

buried treasure

in your

eyes,



and the

whispers of

mischief dancing

on your

lips.



you have

seen much

witnessed

more.



Your words

drip heavy

with regret

in something

other things

maybe not,



but I

will never

be one

of your

sorrows or

bottom holed

disappointments



for I will

always reach

to lift

your heart

anticipate your

silence

and then

just sit

like a

monk and

listen

and feel

your voice

fall over

me.



and when

you need

to be held

I will

hold you.



with the a

prayer that

I will never

have to

let you go..