I look at you, my friend, and think to
myself that I dont like you. Your words
do not reflect the truth I tell myself
I am.
Your love unlocks the door where demons
dwell, and I am loathe to see them face
to face.
I cannot not leave your love behind for
masks which do not really hide the mon-
sters glare and growl.
So I embrace you--no, not presently--but
in that place and time when mind shall
know what heart already celebrates; when
lie has fled from light of truth your words,
your love, have brought unknowingly.
We are two friends, two eagles flying
through the dips and swirls of winds
uncertain, where confused turbulence
hides the smoothness of our flight.
But we both know that bond too an-
cient for the squall to break.
We shall survive the shallow and the
small.
We shall endure.