Is it your soothing voice or golden heart?
In some ways we should be arch enemies,
but I feel myself smile in your laughter.

Sometimes I know I will step
into the recesses of your mind
and flee to the alcoves of my own
there to nurse myself for a season
build up skin, muscle and bone.

I am not great company
nor permeate permanence
but I listen, so come to me
whenever you wish and
lay your troubles before me,
as we examine them
like old friends.

And I propose a solution or
two or none at all,
because in silence
I stand too in support of your every cause.

The day is still before us
and its rays and hues are shared between
the tunes of elation and music
in the unravelling of life.
Mortified, mummified, melted
down

At the edges of rocks and crannies
illusions may appear
a smell or aroma you hold dear,
but these frail flowers
dustbowl away
in the winds that change us
every day.
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