My Friend

From insanity he rescued me
to bring me into meaning
held my hand, until
on my feet I was, not leaning

From dreamless slumber he awakened me
introducing me to dreams
to confidence, to living, to life
and to its many themes

He sees right through me
at times, he rips me apart
and yet to show me the way
to talk me through, he has the heart

He's someone I'd very much like
to follow till the end
he's the one, the wonderous one
I would call a friend.

(c) Smita Rajan
28th Aug 2005