My Empty Bowl Is Filled
- A Triolet




She is my friend this empty bowl
I sip the softness of her tears
and watch her pain then take its toll
she is my friend, this empty bowl
through her eyes there sleeps her soul
that dreams of overcoming fears
she is my friend, this empty bowl
I sip the softness of her tears

I peer within her open gaze
and fill her bowl with just a touch
then feel her knowing through the haze
I peer within her open gaze
the pull on me is not a phase
her bowl is filled but not too much
I peer within her open gaze
And fill her bowl with just a touch

R.William Lindsey
6.8.2010