My Friend

My friend lived in the yellow submarine 

He's friends with the beatles you say

Not exactly except whenever a bug arrives to look me in the eye

The most curious thing it comes unexpectably an then says bye

Unlike a child he is not seen but heard

Existing in the form transparent phenomenoms 

Sometimes appearing for meals and bread crumbs

Like the Jesus parable the woman who had great faith

God answered her prayer it wasn't erased

A special bud showing tenderness a suggestion is made

Allow in the dew of the morning he treads not on a grass blade

Imperceptibly keen on connecting pictures and sayings

Pointed to the walls, clocks, and things so I smile from playing