By Lily
I do hope you’ll get this soon
My friend; I’ll wait for you
You’re about as remote to me as the moon
But your heart sticks to me like glue.
I think, dear Jellyfish
I’d like to feel you, you see,
Whether you’ll flop or pop; or squoosh or squish,
You’re still my Jellyfish, to me.
I hear your voice like summer’s sun
The everlasting bond.
It comes with me wherever I run
Like a warmth to which I respond.
I hear your words; my friend–
To you the luck I wish.
But please remember that to my end
I am your Jellyfish.
A sort of star, a sort of light
Shining through the night.