I, too have watched a myriad words die,

all for want of you, fearless audience -

your special someone with that kindly eye

and ear who could best, sans wilful offence

 

urge me to test myself, by composing

a thousand lines and honing them to one.

Your wisdom, without combative ego's

ingrown need to sound 'clever' (not far gone

 

in self-esteem, I mean) might serve advice

as I'd then bounce it back, and guide you too,

imagining you in life's same service,

(I.e. writing poems, seeing them through

 

to their meaningful, truest conclusions.)

Aye, perchance somewhere you too pine, remiss

for want of one kind friend whose intrusions

all-the-same seldom grate; who, with the kiss

 

of life can make your poems come alive

(yours mine ditto,) searching out like a light

which through the darkness sees clear vision thrive,

lift that lends each others' creations flight.

 

I dream one star should 'pon its other shine,

though from galaxies far, thence truth bespeak -

your bright, binary twin to orbit mine

in tandem - two minds forged as one, unique!