At times I cannot see
My best friends
No, they are not imaginary,
I could not imagine such real,
Such complex,
So beautiful, intricately crafted,
Crafting,
Pieces of living art.
And for me they are the caring,
The loving,
The knowing,
The voices when advocacy is needed,
The silence when just
they
Are needed.
Their presence
Remains,
When all others depart.
They are the set-up
And clean-up crew,
They are the party and the
Private after party;
They are there.
Philia;
This love I feel
In the deep recesses
Of my heart and soul.
For these diamonds
That at times go unseen,
Their flaming shine
Goes unforgotten
In my mind.
And in my heart
These friends– their love, and my love for them,
They stay.
She of Letters 