You are to me a very special sun…


 Photo by  Dmitry Popov 

You are to me a very special sun
That shines upon a world few ever see,
A world I’m shy to show to everyone,
That hides its urgent truth from even me.

Without your light it is a world of darkness;
Its heaven and its hell lie fast asleep.
With you as sole and sympathetic witness,
The words come forth from out my vasty deep.

And so I cannot be myself without you;
No one is whole without some loving friend.
There is a quiet joy in me about you
That lets me say what I need not defend.

Long may we serve each other to give light
To all the loveliness that haunts the night.

 (from )


Treasure your truly busy friends…

The Busy Man

From RoarLocal

If you want to get a favor done
by some obliging friend,
And want a promise, safe and sure,
on which you may depend,

Don’t go to him who always has
much leisure time to plan,
If you want your favor done,
just ask the busy man

The man with leisure never has
a moment he can spare,
He’s always “putting off” until
his friends are in despair

But he whose every waking hour
is crowded full of work
Forgets the art of wasting time,
he cannot stop to shirk

So when you want a favor done,
and want it right away,
Go to the man who constantly
works twenty hours a day

He’ll find a moment somewhere,
that has no other use
And help you, while the idle man
is framing an excuse.

(From Ellen Bailey Poems)


From Pinterest

With thanks to my special (and very busy!!!) friends.


Forbidden Fruit


From DeviantArt

Tasting your breath
Inhaling your sweet scent
You are the forbidden fruit
The love that was never meant

The pain of not having you
And holding you in my arms
The chance not existing
To impress you with my charms

The twinkle in your eyes
And your smile I can never win
To truly taste you, my Dear Forbidden Fruit,
Can only be a sin

To nibble a small part of you
Softly with my teeth
The desire so strong,
The mere thought of you makes my senses weak

Dear Forbidden Fruit,
Only for you I have such desire
No longer just a flickering flame
But a raging, red-hot fire

My Sweet Forbidden Fruit,
I greet you once again
Never to be my lover
But only as a friend. 

(by Jacqueline Kyong Hui Jenkins)


My Invisible Friend

Friends are like stars: you can’t always see them but you know that they are there, and they shine brightest when all seems dark. Thank you for being my friend and remember that I’ll  always be your friend too.


My invisible friends come to me
in the darkness of the night
To make my life more cheerful
and make it seem alright.

They’ll sneak into my bedroom
with much more cheerful banter
Bringing with them lots of smiles
displayed with random candor.

We talk about the world at length
the subject-it may change
But I never tire of talking of these
things that don’t seem strange.

They don’t really know me
And I’ve never seen their face
But we get behind a little screen
to escape this old rat race.

It must have been a blessing
Cause to me it brought a smile
Just a small amount of friendship
To make this old world worthwhile.

(by Carolyn Ford Witt)