His inner distress
encompassed me
I sat silent
unable to console
comfort
or offer solace.
He means the world to me
yet he is unable to see
his beauty.
Amazingly creative
gentle, warm and kind.
My heart cries out to him
locked inside his detached mind.
Frustrated, depressed, alone
trying to relate
a world of confusion
struggles to understand
why he is different to I.
I wish to be a mirror
for his grace and awe
so he will notice
what I notice
fantastical, special man.
All my compassion and empathy
falls down around his feet
unable to relate to me
thus part of his defeat.
Be strong enough
to stand by his side
and offer him
unconditional loving nurture.
whilst ask for nothing in return
my challenge
as I learn to be with him.
He evokes me
my soul ablaze
I shine within his company.
He offers me
divine consolation
whenever the plight
of meaninglessness
surrounds me.
As gift
this man
whom I so need.
To walk beside me
as my friend.
In a world gone mad
it is he who permits me
to see the sense of it.
How cruel
that he can offer me
a universe of
wonderment and splendour.
While he is blind
to his own magnificence
or is able to see me
reflect his phenomenon.
My dearest friend
whom I called JB
I wish that you could feel
All that I see in thee.
MedusaMoon © 2013
