JB!

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