Sunday, 3 May 2015

To You

To you, my distant friend
I give the gift of my words
Of what I feel a small part
Perhaps a glimpse into my heart

There is so much I want to say
Yet my tongue remains twisted and tied
So as I write down these thoughts
My mind caught up in knots

I say then what I can say
At this point in time
Knowing full and well
It is only the tip of the swell

An ocean of thoughts and feelings
Lies hidden beneath a surface in turmoil
Still I find these waters you can calm
Your presence and words are a balm

In the madness of life and change
There is little that remains constant and fixed
The bond that we now share
Will remain, this I swear.

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