Can we be friends,

Allowing our souls to flower, 

to draw in fragrances that pass us by?


Can we be friends,

Holding mirrors and wholeheartedly marvel,

At the joy of this beauty all around us,

and within?


Can we be friends,

Loyal and loving to the intent of our soul?


Can we be friends,

Meditative in our solitude?


Can we be friends,

Patient to our wanderings

Compassionate to our longings

Receptive to the gentle breeze of love?


Can we be friends,

Flirtatious in our gaze

Allowing of sensuality, 

Allowing of a sudden vanishing, and

Be off into an inescapable maze?


Can we be friends,

In silence 

In playful banter

In studious, uncanny ways?


Can we be friends,

Like a butterfly set free

Intuitive

Light 

In flight 

Encircling colours, flavours, fragrances, 

and at times, 


none of that?


Can we be friends,

Light as feathers,

Flying an invisible, intangible course

of this mystic wind ?