He stood there <br />smiling, shining in the dusk. <br />I leant against him, <br />enveloped in his light. <br />He said nothing, <br />I thought nothing. <br />Words fell to the ground <br />making tinkling sounds <br />like broken glass. <br />All that they contained <br />released from all confinement <br />in just being.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-my-true-friend/
