friendship poetry

your body's motion is like music
do the boys and girls still go
the saddest of the year
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
with the meek, brown eyes
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
noises that strive to tear
beneath the warrior's helm
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
when a deed is done for freedom
just as my fingers on these keys