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A Poem for a Friend

Your home is like a secret abyss
I float on your music and know the door is closed
Keeping out the demons of my broken heart
My fears stay on the other side

In your arms I lie and hear you breathing
We talk, we cry, or write with silent quill
And in my chest my heart is heaving
And my mind is stilled

Your voice is gently filling the room
You jump up and spoil me with tea and toast
For me it is a secret hideaway
And the place I love to be the most

I do not know how this has come to be
How I should have such a dependency
What this really does for me
It just seems to be as it should be

And when I am on the other side of that door
And walk the coloured corridors
With Matisse adorned upon the walls
My heart falls

I know not what I want from you
Save to hide in your den and view
The inside of you and your life in New York
No need to go out, just stay in and talk

Why does this string pull me to your place?
And constantly take me nearby by chance
The Hyde Park scene where I sat between your knees
Your comment ‘I see you trained in classical dance’

Our Christmas Eve at Manly Wharf
Our Boxing Day at Ace’s mansion
The sleeping and resting, the driving home
The cabs, the walking and unrequited passion

What is it about you that haunts me so
When the time comes for me to let it go
I will have fairly punished my self; I will be spent
Perhaps tis all it is, my mind is bent.

A Poem for a Friend


Balgowlah, Australia

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Written for someone who gave me comfort after breaking up from a long realtionship.

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