The Thunder rolls distantly
and the sounds of rain fall softly
on my garden rinsing it gentle,
preparing the seeds I have planted
and those i have yet to plant for growth.
The heart of a friend is more desirable than the gaze of a lover,
for two bodies may not reach the depths that two souls may,
intertwined in this path that is life,
sharing the joys and lessons of life.
The lessons we learn
are not about others,
they are only about ourselves.
Others have their own lessons to learn.
Joys shared are twice the joy.
Pains and burdens shared are half the weight.
The muse is deep tonight,
I do not think i shall slumber...