The artist lays there on my bed
asleep with his broken heart
he is a good friend of mine
with such balance and warmth
he can put a grin on my face
with his smile, to the end of my days

Whist he slumbers
after reading so much of my poetry
what a friend to tolerate me
what a friend he must be
so off to make him a coffee
and wake him up again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris