Did you see
how your heart leapt
when you knew
you had found a friend
through something written
while you slept?
Did you feel
how your hope grew
when someone never seen
who touches keys to type
in a made up name
not their given one
shared what you longed for?
Were you afraid
when the Path seemed
distant and disconnected
from the one that
you didn't choose
but fell upon
as a child
trying to be good?
Then to find
your fear disappear
because of thoughts
pixel written
by someone whose voice
to you
has no tone save the one
you give it?
Was it despair
or just being alone
that drove you on
and still does
when it is hard
to find something to believe in
to belong to
that makes sense
that matches the rhythm
of your heart?
I miss you, too
dear friend.
We know each other
through thought
not sight
not sharing of a meal
nor a walk
nor a day's work.
Tao of Web
Can you enjoy the irony?
Without it
we would be alone.
taobro
March
6, 1998
