They come in all forms…

The friends of your soul.

They chance upon you…

To make you whole.

At midnight or later…

They tell you you’re fine.

Perhaps, maybe –

Strangely divine.

Lifting your spirit.

Holding your hand.

Even if they exist…

In another land.

Teacher, guide,

Spiritual mind.

Free of pretension.

Ever kind.


© The Secret Poetess, February 2017


With grateful thanks to Maria Popova at for the inspiration. I would recommend this site wholeheartedly for all things utterly interesting.