Peace, misshapen?
Welcoming the glance of interim
Somehow in a serious first, the bout of time taking
Is to be a new friend, with power to suggest, a whim

A friend with no place for own
A friend with no sense of shadow
A friend with no speed to questions sown
A friend with no hatred for a lip to owe

A friend without a challenge in love
The tender years of voice, to awaken at misery and us
In limits and salt, the vow of when life does
Does, a here and now in longevity, think time is enough?

Is my friend a noisome ghost?
Or is your instinct of a climbing same?
Told to reserve a justice, in the patience we found to host
Is an eye for decency the only kind, to a future with a kisses fame?