She was with Her Friend, She would Counsel Him with the Crisis He was put in.
They Met the Moment He Desired for someone to Listen,
And Empathize with Him on a Deeper Level.
He and His Love would Speak of All that went on,
In Spite of that though, as much as She would Tend to Him in this
There was One thing Entirely Absent,
His Love had no way of Truly Grasping Hold of it.
His Heart Surrendered, Pleading for it so, from Anyone. .
So He Heard that the Mother of His Friend had Passed,
But He lacked Awareness of how Long Ago before
He Met Her.
She would Tell Him that Her Mother was Only
Present After Her Birth in the First Four Years of Her Life,
Although She was Three, Her Birthday was
Within that Year, and very Near.
She was Four by the Dawn of Her Change
To These Treasured Sunsets, which moved Her
With an Overwhelming Energy in Every Way,
Since that Day.
Despite of it being thirteen Years in Past Time.
She Kept Reminiscences of the Essence Within Her Mother.
She Held so much of a Soothing Spirit,
One that you would Sense even if you Knew
Not of Her.
And Catching Sight of it from Afar.
Her Mother did not Bear Angel Wings, but they were Veiled.
That was the Lasting of Her Memory.
He would Reveal how His Mother was ill, She was not able to Speak,
It was Far too Tender for Her, but Still He Spoke,
Knowing that She would Listen.
His Friend would Tell Him how She Felt when the Time came to Pass,
How She was Powerless to Comprehend what She does now.
It is Dreadful for a Small Child to Endure.
The way She Listened and Expressed these things to Him,
He had Thoughts of Her Nearly as if She were a Personal Therapist,
The Route She would take to Fall into the Deepest Level with many Details.
He would Wonder why She was so Profound of Only Thoughts that
Spoke to Her Mind,
So how did She Know of such things.
He was Perplexed Beyond Depth, although it appeared to bring Aid
To His Healing, even if a little each Day.
But did She Find Knowledge of what was Stirring in The Moment. .
Did He Find Knowledge. .
It was Merely as if it were a Challenge in Design. .
So Long Ago. .
Such Perfect Timing. .
She Wished to Say Words to Remind them both,
She was not His. .He was not Hers. .
Though they Failed to Sound, almost as if a Force Forbid
Them to be Spoken.
Her Friend Gently took Her into His Arms. .
Wrapping His Hands around Her Delicate waist. .
She Gazed into His Deep Cyan Eyes. .
Which then Pierced Her Soul. .
Their Lips Touched. .Ever so Softly. .
They Touched. .
They Touched. .