I call him friend

Whose hand in mine brings weightless ease,
Whose laughter stirs such inner peace,
Who stays beside through every deed—
that one I call my friend.

From whom I get before I ask,
Whose face stays true through hardest task,
To whom I tell both joy and grief without a second thought—
that one I call my friend.

Whose thoughts run clear, whose ways are plain, whose life flows transparent,
Whose inner eye can see right through my hidden and apparent,
Whose nature spurns all pettiness—
that one I call my friend.