I look at you, my friend, and think to myself that I dont like you. Your words do not reflect the truth I tell myself I am. Your love unlocks the door where demons dwell, and I am loathe to see them face to face. I cannot not leave your love behind for masks which do not really hide the mon- sters glare and growl. So I embrace you--no, not presently--but in that place and time when mind shall know what heart already celebrates; when lie has fled from light of truth your words, your love, have brought unknowingly. We are two friends, two eagles flying through the dips and swirls of winds uncertain, where confused turbulence hides the smoothness of our flight. But we both know that bond too an- cient for the squall to break. We shall survive the shallow and the small. We shall endure.