Friends

One to be a saint to with a smile;
One for wily, winking co-conspiracies;
One to hold the distance in the eyes;
One to wind back time to innocence;
One on whom to pour the built-up steam;
One to go to when the daylight ends;
But finally, one to see through all the masks,
To rip and hold your heart for you to see.


--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com