Friends and candles,

Both lighten, shining and glowing,

The moment they fade,
The world turned dark, empty.

Friends and comedians,

Both gladden, sparkling and amusing,
The minute theyve gone,
The life turned boring, soulless.

Friends and dreams,

Both aspiring, hopes and wishes,
The second theyre lost,
The future looked dreary, gloomy.

I was there all along,

Giggling and chuckling, breathless,
And they were there too, my friends,
Laughing and cackling, hysterically.

But now?
They were never those things,
Never the candles that brighten,
Never the jokers that gladden,

Why then?
They were always there,
Always the jokers that gladden,
Or were they?

Yes they were,

They were candles, jokers,
When I needed them to be,
Be those things I wanted them to be.

I was pathethic, naive,

They werent things,
They were beings,
Like me, breathing and living.

No they werent,
Never the candles, the jokers,
They gave life, existence,
Like the air, giving and surrounding,

Friends and air,

Both giving, life and existence,
Doesnt matter where they are,
Always there, embracing and bearing.