Butterfly went home After their first flight; Home to cocoons And caterpillars, Who each longed to know of their possible future, But could not yet understand What air beneath one’s wings Could feel like, Each at their own time to cocoon Metamorphosis awaiting at their own pace, In their own way; Not all will get to fly For some time is much shorter But they all change, They all in the end are freed Of corporeal vessels Of various form, Even if they will never know The flight of a butterfly, They all may appreciate The diversity in their shapes And the cycle That unites them all.
These are thoughts Long sealed in For fear they drive away A friend. I do not confide how their presence Sets the soul at ease; Why keep such a blessing to the self then?
Love is not just passion, hearts and roses, Love, Was once upon a time Hijacked By wedding planners, Hallmark, Victoria’s Secret And Kay’s, So thus we forget, Or never learn That even romance Should start with a friend; A friend –perhaps it is thus why we tiptoe Around showing these trusted, Beloved companions and confidants, friends, Our Love.
May we be wise And remember, Only a friend Can truly appreciate A friend’s Love.
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.
There is a loneliness That resides in our close quarters, An unspoken sadness, An anger, About the fear we speak of But dare not name, We are all knowingly closer to death, And on the precipice, it is terrifying, To see each other, And wonder how long we have, Before the unknown swallows again, Before our hellos are really goodbyes, The moments of nothing Seem wasted, And yet are our precious lasts, To be with and be here in
So, so far we’ve come, Through asteroids belts of adversity To stand a little bit taller, Nesting in the beings that we are, Learning to be at peace With that which is, And to persevere in and through the unforeseen, This has been a decade of change, Of changes to self and globe, Bringing us closer, Pulling apart, Colliding, Fusing, Becoming, We measure in years and decades, When it should be by the moments, The incalculable fleeting moments that hold together our lives, We should measure in lives we touch, lives we are touched by, Measure in measures we’ve made, Measure in the tiny variables that make up the time that slips away, That we are left ten years later trying to collect from snapshot photos, In the digital age we’ve taken for granted the picture, Only to see them later, finding the looks, Memories, emotions, We almost missed, Oh what comes next, No one can quite guess, It is with fear and excitement, Enmeshed That we take the polar plunge, Into the moment to moment future, As the clock strikes twelve, Nothing is ever as more imminent Than the very next moment.
Love is tear drops on a goodnight pillow when a “goodnight” is missed,
Love is concern for well being at even the most minor of scrapes,
Love is foregoing the good, so another is not left alone,
Love is giving the hard truths when most needed
Love is the tear stained shoulder,
Love is band aid kisses to make it all better,
Love is letting go,
Love is holding on,
Love is finding meaning in seemingly insignificant moments,
Love is an infinite abstract source
That keeps finding new and awe inspiring ways to be made known