The Nature Of Friends
           To Eamon and Proinnsias O’Braonain

The real friends are coins lost in ashes.
They never flash in noisy coloured crowd.
They whisper words like velvet, gentle touches…
They come to calm your grey and lonely shout.

Like fairy treasure real friends are hidden.
They know the only way is way of pain.
They’ll come some day and you will be forgiven
and free
            and stormy
                        like a summer rain.