heavy heart

a good friend is as a sweet whisper
a shushed, pleasant sound echoing
still, soft, low
through a little middle-ear passage

reaching as a swimmer
pulling in far corners of familiar thoughts

a soft, wet, warm sound floating about
a sailor tugging ropes
his shouts muffled by splashing waves
the tide high,
under a hot, beaming sun

a good friend is as closing one's eyes
and letting all the air out
sinking to colder parts
where in silence and dark
a mind senses
the soft,
sweet