A Poem Of Friendship

“Call Me Pythias, Good Damon”

by ROBERT DAVIDSON

to escape the prison of my skull
you have become a necessary part of me
lurking on the fringes of my dream

relationships i find are vast deserts
demanding all, challenging all
and for that purpose we are given one another

left to myself i become inward, morose
whipped by self-pity's bitter lash
so when the ultimate separateness of soul frightens me
i return gratefully to the sympathy of touch

a friend of entirely different temperament
becomes a relief from the monotony of personality
a balm for the wounds of human love

now i know the thoughts of your heart before you speak them
our solitudes broken, you help me find myself
i guard your privacy in fear of my own

© 2006 ROBERT DAVIDSON, All rights reserved