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.