You see better, speak better than I do, dear.

Call to the friends I've never met,

the songs I long to hear. Find

beauty in my life, my love. Write

to me of bright skies, foliage filled

with giggling fairies with gold-gilded wings.

I've made you a place under my pillow

to keep you safe until morning.

You whisper to me each night, singing

to me what we shall write next.

I love you, dear friend, until arthritic fingers

can no longer hold you close to my page.