My Friend
Grey-Black evening gold-green day
The color of your voice transforms what you say
Each word is a rose of scarlet red warmth
Seeds to bloom in alabaster vermouth
Wispy plumes of gray-blue rhyme
Touch my heart and then my mind
Mirror eyes so clearly shine
Reflect those parts of me that blind
I am yours in varied norm
Imaged twins in unique form
One to one my friend
We are inseparable rainbow wind
© Paul Viel 2001