For My True Friend Poem by David Taylor

For My True Friend



He stood there
smiling, shining in the dusk.
I leant against him,
enveloped in his light.
He said nothing,
I thought nothing.
Words fell to the ground
making tinkling sounds
like broken glass.
All that they contained
released from all confinement
in just being.

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