To my friend Brooke.

 
Like the moon
and it's tides
our ebb and flow
moods
are in synch.
To see you
after sorrowful solitude
it is as if
the sun has burst through the rain clouds
and though we met
like strangers in the night
tourists of this dream
you have become
as normal in my company
as the sky.
as welcoming to my presence
as the newly boiled kettle.
Between us we hold   no prisoners of fear , no flower too delicate
to be touched.
Dear Dear friend
I ask if the air I breathe
and you are of, a different nature.
Surely, they are one and the same.

S   xxxx