Storehouse of Poetry

Wings beaten, broken, tattered and frayed.
The window won`t open for me today.

Wings against glass to be seen and heard.
The effort is pointless.
Only my reflection, not a word.

Self destruction is under way.
I think I`ll sit on this sill today.

I preen my feathers and put on my guard.
Next time I can take it, it won`t be so hard.

Reflections of me on the pane looking back.
Why does the past continue to show whatI lack?

Fly ahead on bent wings.
A bit scared but stronger.
A war crest on my chest is prove I can soar longer.

A flight by the moon to the windows of my soul.
Some open and in wait for a warm place to know.

My window is open and the flight in is free.
Come inside and rest your bent wings with me.

Wings on the wind, though soaring solo.
Here`s a place to rest when broken and hollow.

The world has many windows, but the choices are few.
I`ll open my wings and hope to see you through.

Friends of a feather may come and go, but I will always remain.
My window is always open, no reflection on my pane.

Friendship is near you,
though it may be silent.
It's something you don't have to ask for,
so go ahead, try it.

It does not judge, it does not weigh.
Friendship is sincere and caring.
A friend is someone you can confide in
when you might feel daring.

A friend is to lean on for
words, tears, memories and fears.
Friendship is for hearing comfort and cheers.

Friendship is near you.
You just feel something spiecial inside.
It's with that someone that you
know you don't have to hide.

Be yourself, say what you want,
go ahead, try it.
Don't ever think of going on a friendship diet!

Friendships can last with a promise and a prayer.
Through thick and through thin.
It's like a cozy comforter,
you go back to again and again.

Friendship is near you.
No matter what your age.
You've go it if you want it,
remember it's not garbage.

A friend can help see you through
without saying a word.
But words can fly if something seems obsurd!

Friendship is knowing that after
everything is said and done,
You can keep going back to that special someone.

A clock has two hands,
to keep us in our pace.
A mother has two hands,
to guide us in our ways.
God has two hands, unseen,
but full of grace.
All three have no beginning,
All three have no end.
But all three have hands of
patience, love and time
to lend.

K.L. 5/95