My Friend--By Terry O'Leary--France

My Friend

You shelter me in winter storms – indeed, you are my friend...

You never try to change my ways, instead you inter-blend -
I’m free with you and you with me, and neither will offend.

In spite of timid nervousness, my warps and weaves unbend;
when I’m in need, you’re everywhere, your care does not depend
on how I dress or comb my hair - I’m not a passing trend.

We needn’t wear our masks of clay or otherwise pretend,
and when I sometimes act the fool you never condescend,
but try instead to steep my views in eyes that comprehend.

Sometimes I dwell within the depths, you smile and I ascend
to levels of tranquility which others can’t transcend.

You never ask, demand or take, you give and understand,
and when I’m lost, a frantic child, you lead me by the hand
through castle gates in mirrored walls throughout your fairyland
where fears and worries linger less than tracks in shifting sand.

With you my words are ever free, they trickle out unplanned,
and funny feelings I possess become your contraband.

Your laughter flows upon my woes like waves on troubled strand
which leave behind within their wake a calm and peaceful land.

We dare defy the green-eyed storm... for you and I are friends...

Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity...".