To all my friends

A life lived full of known mysteries
words telling stories already told
there was once a poet who knew little glory
whose loneliness sometimes left her cold

she then met those with brave hearts
full of life, love and affection
her heart was suddenly filled with joy

“This cold cold heart
deserves no good”, she thought aloud
“Your heart? cold??”
through their pain they mocked about

They rescued her from her chambers of solitude
for her they¬†traveled¬†the world’s end
they were and forever will be
a lost poets’ best friends…