Through clouds of gray will softly shine
a gentle silver tear of mine,
leaving lines to slowly trace
an empty soul, a lonely place.
A golden glow you gave to me
to help me through eternity –
light and warmth with which I try
your own sweet rains to somehow dry.
And we two have learned to see
the me in you, the you in me.
A golden ray through a silver drop
create such colors; they cannot stop.
What blazing brilliance we have sown,
this iridescence of our own!
Combine our souls and we will show
our strength lies in our rainbow.
-Written when I was fourteen. The UK’s National Poetry Day brought this early effort back to mind.
Reflect: What metaphor captures the beauty and power of your dearest friendship?