Fear Not My Friend
You sit and sulk,
Knowing each humman to run the other way,
Feeling you near and being afraid.
Fear not dear spirit,
Though they dont see you,
I see you.
They call you wicked,
I call you friend.
For you talk to me,
You are there when all are gone,
You speak to me when nobody else will.
I am yours,
You are mine,
Dear spirit.
Stay and talk to me,
Be my friend as I have none,
Be my lover as mine flees,
In return I will be yours,
As you have had to depart from yours,
Unruly and evily against your will.
Your blackened eyes,
Those rough hands with soot,
I place my hand in yours,
Watching my white as snow plam,
Gracefully, lay in yours,
With my soft blue eyes looking upon you.
Shall we dance my friend?
You pull me close,
Blissfully and fearlessly,
I sway with you,
To an oldened tune,
From an age far from mine,
With a familiar ring.
My breast to yours,
Our fingers intertwined,
Two different worlds together,
In a lovingly friendly bind.
We swing around this quiet corridor,
You comfort me sweetly,
You call me yours.
The sweat of your brow,
Your tanned workers skin,
A tale of many from way back then.
I am intreaged by you,
You stranger and friend,
You old man and lover,
So forbidden,
Even when I am the only one who sees you,
Yet I love you too much to go,
Too much to rid you from my being.
I don't care if they cannot see you,
I can. And I love you.
I dont care if they don't know you,
For I know you very well, My love.
Never shall I rid you,
Nor will I forsake you.
I layed my pale face against him,
On his dark and dirty once spiffy shirt.
I held onto him,
He held onto me,
We are all eachother has,
So fear not MY friend.
Nothing can stop me,
From going into the depths,
Not even the world forbidding it.
Copyright © Aerin Hastings | Year Posted 2010
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