Best of Friends

I still remember the first day we met
We were too shy to say much at all
It's funny to think back to that time
Because now we're having a ball!
They say that true friendship is rare
An adage that I believe to be true
Genuine friendship is something that I cherish
I am so lucky to have met you.
Our bond is extremely special
It is unique in it's own way
We have something irreplaceable
I love you more and more each day.
We've been through so much together
In so little time we've shared
I will never forget all the moments
that you've shown me how much you cared.
Friends are forever
Especially the bond that you and I possess
I love your fun-filled personality
Somehow you never fail to impress.
You are always there for me
When my spirits need a little lift
I cannot thank you enough for that
You are truly an extraordinary gift.
You are everything to me and more
I could never express that enough
Life is such a treacherous journey, and
Without you it would be even more tough.
Our story will continue to grow
With each passing day
Because I trust that with you by my side
Everything will always be Okay.
You are so dear to me
You know we'll be friends until the end
I will always be there for you, and
You will always (and forever) be my best friend, nay
You will always be my brother.

Finding Love

When we must face the world alone
 It seems a lonely place.
 If we've no one to share it with,
 We cannot see its grace.
 We're lost upon an empty sea
 Adrift within the storm.
 A shadow of our former selves
 Without substance or form.
 And yet, we strive to carry on,
 To see the sun once more.
 We place our hearts upon the block,
 As we have done before.
 But often we will move too fast,
 Or try to skip ahead.
 If one but glances through a book,
 He can't know what he's read.
 Each story cultivates a path,
 From beginning to end.
 It's a trail true love must follow,
 The way that it was penned.
 If you attempt to circumvent
 The courtship at the start,
 Your romance will become a fling,
 Which leads to broken hearts.
 For who could ever trust someone
 Who gives themselves so swift,
 And shares with one they hardly know
 Such an intimate gift.
 Happy endings are rarely found,
 In tales that start this way.
 Such passion sometimes feels like love,
 But passion fades away.
 And if no love can then be found,
 You'll be alone again.
 Adrift upon that empty sea,
 Where you have often been.
 For if your offered love is free,
 And it need not be earned,
 What merit do you think it has,
 When it is not returned?
 Love's worth is measured by the work
 Required to make it grow.
 But when you give that love away,
 Its value is brought low.
 So if you seek this treasured prize,
 Here's what you'll have to do.
 The love you offer someone else
 Must mean something to you.

No One Likes Scars

Bashful heeding
broken antique hearts
I've held the ache
for far too long...
Damn you,
tainted stars
you've slain me
you bled me sober,
thirsty
chilled to the bone
with anger,
and all that is left behind, are scars

Wonders of the Universe

Underneath the pale moonlight
 the north star Polaris shines so bright
 growing brighter still past twilight.
 Stars in the constellations gaze on
 even in the mighty warrior Orion
 watching supernovas burn in an explosion.
 Late at night we watch in awe as a falling star
 descends, making a crater from its path so stellular
 passing through the magnificent nebula from afar.
 Sitting and wondering where do things go
 when the black hole sucks them from the cosmo
 and we are left to ponder down here below.

Moon Bound

The moonlight fell on us
 as we found a new path
 with a distilled fragile iridescence
 filtering down dreamily
 its enchanted spectrum
 somehow simmering
 Like two moths to a candle
 flickering in a soft, warm wind
 the moonlight waved us in
 while it waxed and waned
 its primeval power penetrating
 our soul's domain
 landing on a spot deep within
 where remembrances of the first light remain
 We walked hand-in-hand lost
 in what we found
 our moon shadows
 gently gliding on the ground
 not knowing quite then
 how slyly we had been bound