The Perfect Friendship
The morning hath sunshine
The night, a dollop of silver moonlight
The mirror, when one stands before it
Hath a reflection
That feels it's emotion
And so do I have
A perfect connection.
They say that life is
Akin to a play,
Where actors enter and exit at will.
I dare to disagree.
My life is but a melody
And melodies are made of many voices,
Instruments of countless choices.
Each one can choose to
Complement or counteract
My silent song.
But if another voice shall choose
To sing the very song I sing,
Imperfectly complete with every high and low note,
Then that is what I call
The perfect friendship.
Copyright © Stenila Simon | Year Posted 2015
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