Isn't That What Friends Are For

You're as loved as you were before the strangeness swept through our bodies, our houses, our streets.
When we could speak without codes, lights swirled around like windblown petals at our feet.

I've been scraping little shavings off my ration of light, and I formed it into a ball. And each time I pack a bit more onto it.

And I make a bowl of my hands and I scoop it from it's secret cache under a loose board in the floor
And blow across it,
And I send it to you
Against the moments when the darkness blows under your door.

- Bruce Cocburn