elegance

and only perfect friends can i abide, so loving in their aspect.
to inspire me about the music of verse, and melody of sound and words.

one with knowing eyes, looked deep into the pain as i basked, and with eyes like lazers, severed me.
from humanitarianism and excess of compassion.
a quick bolt, and the war going on everywhere, when i hoped we might all be friends.

and there left i am alone united by the joy in meeting one so kind.
every time we meet, he is new again, stuttering into the infinite greyness all around, and cool and exact, and lovely.