Just a Friend

Why not just a friend...?
I ask of fate time and again
A friend that lets me just be me
and knows my need of flying free

unfettered by the expectations
of other peoples’ fascinations
no acts put on to make impressions
accepting flow of life’s vibrations

not pressuring to get inside
nor running off in fear to hide
accepting me for all I am
the good, the bad of any man

residing in us one and all
beneath the fear, beyond the fall
no pretense of facade to block
but open door without a lock

Masks removed, potential swelling
the openness of soul compelling
honesty within compassion
far beyond the whims of fashion

free and clear, with wings to rise
above collective enterprise
to soar, to glide, to join, unite
in spirit as our souls take flight

Effortless and naturally,
enfolded by divinity
of love...

? Michaelette ?

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