Sonnets

	Most gentle soul, belovéd friend I know,
	Thy glowing smile thy truest self reveals.
	Well-known, as if since centuries ago,
	Rememb'rance to the conscious mind appeals.
	Brain, knowing not the nature of this pulse,
	Attempts in vain to mark some social niche.
	Thus vague impression does in mind convulse.
	Heartstrings that knot see not more delicate stitch.
	Such will I feel to clasp thee as my friend;
	In heart and mind I would with thee acquaint,
	And yet I fear such forwardness would rend
	Relationship and leave uneasy taint.
	     For friendship I would all misgivings break,
	     Yet I hold back, if only for thy sake.




				To be a friend is to express the soul,
				Revealing self in clear and truest sense;
				Unveil the one who sits behind the masks.
				Expose your faults, that honesty may rinse
				Facades, deception in communion full.
				Regard each other purely, face-to-face
				In intimate fulfillment of your tasks,
				Evolving in that spiritual embrace.
				Now we must abandon old restraint,
				Develop spirit in true unity,
				Sense sacred callings, act with openness,
				Heal social wounds that souls may re-acquaint
				In loving truth for all eternity--
				Perfection of all love amounts to this.