Friendship

In the mundane of the midnight, capacities call

Oh how the icy penetrates

Melting into her fingers, you warm the wisdom with your contributions.

In the mundane of the midnight, rhythm escapes

Oh how the multitude corrupts

Gracing her instability, you respond with your essentials.

In the mundane of the midnight, musings heighten

Oh how the altitudes deprive

Loosening her movements, you jump with her.

 

A soul aches for a soul

The gladdest she becomes,

For the midnight deems not mundane after all.