Path of Friends

Like a finger drawing on foggy glass, You peak sneakily through clouds as you pass, High above me as I lay on the grass. I could fall into you – will your dark side want to? You show me something new – I will howl at the view. But before you sneak off out of my sight, Rest with me here in the fading daylight. Confess to me what you have seen at night. The waves would wash you clean – More forgiving than mean Closer then you have been – spin and be truly seen. Like you, I try and weather pain with class. I wonder where I would be without you. In our darkest, I know we’ll be alright, Although I know the space is vast between.