Familiarity

i'm beginning to know them a bit smudged at first like spots on my readers, but gradually, after a few gentle rubs of my fingers between something soft like a spritz of sonnet, they slowly come into focus and recognition comes to me i know that one - and that one and oh, how i loved the something or other that that one wrote awhile back i don't remember what it was about exactly, but feel clearly, know, that it touched me it's hard to know just how that happens, yet, dear countenance, you are a friend now i sit by the fire, welling up at your words, i stand waiting for an elevator to take me up, and i rise to your eloquence, how good of you, to take me along i lie in bed at night, occasional insomniac and dream of your touch, your clever wisdom your warm smile crafted across centuries and continents to me, a once total stranger, but now, devoted friend © Goode Guy 2013-05-23