During my last, what — 11 years — as a blogger, I’ve made many casual friends and fewer good friends.

In the blogging world, a good friend is not always what the world perceives. We don’t get together for coffee or dinner; we don’t visit each other’s houses or get into big deep conversations. We know very little about each other and probably never will; our connection is with words and images and responses and smiles we can feel over the Internet Airwaves.

One of these good friends is my good friend Ivor at Ivor.Plumber/Poet.

Ivor lives in Australia, and to me is a master poet and friendly presence. I am guessing he is in my age bracket and has had a past rich in love and memories.

Ivor wrote this poem for me the other day as a response to my Camping, Sofa and a Sword post. Go visit his world and enjoy the friendship.

 

Dreams of the Heart

I cannot walk the continents
Like the intrepid Marco Polo
But my feet have felt the sands of time
Pass between my toes

I have not sailed the high seas
Like the courageous Christopher Columbus
But my body has bathed
In an ocean full of kind hearts

I am yet to fly in space
Like the brave Neil Armstrong
But I have reached for the stars
And touched my soul’s dreams