I Called...

I called...

You answered.

(Which was kind of you, 

being that it was past one in the morning.)

Wrapped in pain and confusion, 

I need a voice of comfort.

And you came to mind.

Even enfolded within your own anguish

you took time to listen to 

my ramblings and rants.

Forgetting your own soul crushing pain...
Your heart was open and healing.
With brilliance spoken in sleepy tones,
you shared your wisdom and wit.
(Making me feel less of a fool)

There is an ocean of time,
a friendship built on caring and disaster.
That now our blood is blended,
making us family.
Admittedly this is all how it should be.
You have shared so much.
I hope that I have done as much.

So with the possibility of hope I ended
my call to you.
And smiled, knowing that once again
that you have saved my
heart and soul.
And go forth to be stronger...
So that when you have need,
I too can answer the late night call.
And save you in turn...


For Alicia, who knows my soul.
(All to well)