FOR TERRY

Our friendship
crosses the miles
the words we "speak"
as we type
are accepted as a
gentle touch
a caress of the mind
if not the body,
a touch deep into
the soul.

On the phone
a shared laugh
carries us away
in boundless joy
spiralling upwards
leaving a warm, fuzzy feeling
deep within.

Even if we never meet,
our minds and souls
have touched,
have known one another,
have nourished one another.
Thank you for being my friend.

Copyright 1998