Dreaming of Silver Roses

“Where did Pollyanna go?”
She asked me.
“Not always a laugh a minute it seems.”
I smiled slowly, sadly
And shrugged a shoulder
And I watched her and replied,
“Where’s your big dreams?
Seems to me we’re both a little jaded.
Seems to me we’re neither one that tough.”
Cynically she laughed and she nodded adding,
“But whoever would have guessed
It could be so rough.”

Just lean in a little closer.
Rest your head on my shoulder.
I am your confidante.
I am your friend.
I don’t know about tomorrow
And I can’t predict the future
But I am here right now;
I am your friend.

“Don’t you have some message to deliver?
What? No pat answers, no clichés?
What? No trite words?”
Silent tears ran rivers
Down our cheek bones.
I prayed I didn’t sound quite so absurd.
“I don’t know what you need to hear.
I don’t think you need more words.
So I’ll just hold you till the tears are gone.”

Just lean in a little closer.
Rest your head on my shoulder.
I am your confidante.
I am your friend.
I don’t know about tomorrow
And I can’t predict the future
But I am here right now;
I am your friend.

“When we close space between us
When we move in close,
It always feels like home.
I pray there’s comfort knowing
I’ll be here and
You won’t have to deal alone.”

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Filed under: poetry, relating well, relationships, Uncategorized on August 10th, 2008