I’ve never met my quiet friend,

but I know him, just the same.

As much as one "can" know the man,

he lives up to his name.

Unseen wave of silent wisdom,

always listening, learning things.

He offers quiet, sage advice,

and the truth it often brings.

A collective pool of strength and calm,

a sheltered port in the storm.

And though he sometimes seems quite cold,

in truth, his heart is warm.

My friend is strong of spirit,

and his mind is sharpened steel.

Always sincere, and always true,

always quick to help me heal.

Such gratitude I can’t express,

though I’ve sometimes told him so.

Through good and bad,

and happy and sad,

I only hope he’ll somehow know....

That although I’ve never met my friend,

I love him, just the same.

He has become my unseen brother,

and in my heart I know his name....

~ C.L.R. ~