A friend is like a ring of gold,

Its value known by those who hold,

Friends are few and far between,

Loyal, true, opinions keen.



On dark nights when tears oft flow,

At times in life nowhere to go,

A heart that's broke and cannot heal,

To give advice, a love that's real.



Always there in times of need,

Healing wisdom, words to heed,

The brightest star within the sky,

No price to pay, no reason why.



A sack of Gold within his hand,

The stranger walked into the land,

To buy and sell, or some to lend,

And yet the gold brought him no friend.



In a life where things can rot or rust,

Where all must die, return to dust,

There is no thing which one can hold,

Except a friend worth more than gold.



If you find this precious gift,

That friend who truly spirits lift,

Do not betray, do not forget,

For those who do will long regret.



© William Power (2011) All rights reserved

Stab me in the heart again
To prove that I'm not alive.
Long ago the feelings stopped
And my emotions died.
No tears are cried
My eyes are dry.
I'm waiting for this to end.

I'm happy though enough to say.
That I had at least one friend.

- N. Morin

She came upon a white horse,
through those dark melancholic shadows,
her long black hair glistening under a blood red moon,
the paleness of her skin reflecting its caustic beams,
dazzling, beguiling,  she comes for my soul,
the fire from her eyes burning my core,
searching through the dark folds of night,
she finds me and takes my hand,
it sears, it burns but I must embrace this pain,
pulling me from the darkness of this rancid void,
her great black wings shielding me from the light,
I surrender it all to my angel of the night.

There she was again
The girl in the sandbox
Her brown hair cut short
Wearing pink shorts
And no shirt
I'm not entirely sure she's a girl

"Do you want to play with me
We can go and get my toys
And build sandcastles, play hide and seek"
She frowned at me and I wondered
Does she know how to talk
She muttered and walked away
#
"My mum sent me
She said that we should walk together"
It's early morning, -25*C
"Ok" said the girl from the sandbox
We were 8 years old
I can count the words she has spoken with one hand

It's nearly dinnertime
Where is the girl
You know the one from the sandbox
Crazy thing, she told me
Not to vacuum clean snow off the floor
And she gave me a puppy pendant
#
Now I don't live here anymore
And I don't have her number
They call us "Foreign Finns"
But sure thing if I go
To her parents house
I'll find her

Knock knock says the door
Her mum opens up and hugs me
Takes her phone and says
"Guess who's here"
And without hesitation
She says "Lily. I'm coming"

The girl from the sandbox