Moon at Half Past Noon

Are we friends because we mirror the way?
We shared the same sunlight that brightened the day.
We laughed in one cadence, adored the same strain,
And sculpted a castle from sun-warmed terrain.
This bond was all shimmer, a light, happy tune,
A bright, shared balloon beneath a silver moon.

Then a cool shadow fell over my heart,
And I found I could no longer play my part
In our easy old rhythm, so simple and true.
My spirit grew quiet; I showed it to you.
I showed you the silence, the worry, the fear,
And you, without question, chose to draw near.

You didn’t bring answers or promise a cure,
But anchored in stillness, steadfast and secure.
You brought a calm grace, a soft, steady flame,
A shelter that quietly conquered the shame.
You gave me your presence, a gift so sublime,
A patient reminder that I had the time.

In that moment, I learned something tender and true:
The deepest friendships are chosen anew.
They’re forged in kindness that doesn’t disperse,
And bloom from the depths, not the surface-level verse.
For loneliness is a door we can choose to hold fast,
A choice that makes all of the light seem to pass.

But the small, loving gestures, the deep, gentle ways—
The listening through life’s unpredictable haze—
These are the sacred nutrients, the sun and the rain,
That heal a small corner of the world’s quiet pain.

So, are we friends because we mirror the way?
No, that was the prelude, the start of the play.
We’re friends because in your soul, I found a true home—
A haven where all of my spirit can roam.
For my world holds more light, and my path never ends,
When I walk it along with my dearest of friends.