The air between our faces is alive

The air between our faces is alive
A channel of the mercy of the heart
A bridge of  care and liking, not of strife

Liking  is not something  we decide
It’s recognition, knowing, it’s the start
The air between our faces is alive

Each must like themselves, never deride
For  light hides in crevasses, icy  heart
No bridge of tenderness but subtle strife

Mistaken in my vision, I denied
The charged particles had hit me like a dart.
The air between our faces was alive

Love’s illusion, friendship is for life.
Expectations pliable.no charts
A bridge of  care and liking, not of strife

Good will can be a choice, to love allied
The love of friends proceeds, despite our trials
The air between our faces is alive
A bridge of  care and liking, not of strife