Caution

Be careful, my friend
For I fear your ice is thinning

Our friendship is warm,
But this distance burns
And scalds all it touches

Beware, my friend
For I cannot be there to catch you
Should your ice melt beneath your feet

My lake is placid, with few cracks to speak of
While yours is marred by spider webbed fissures
The tales you spin, filled with hapless misadventures,
Chip away at the edges of my frozen tarn

Be wary, my friend
Of those who tread not lightly upon your ice
The figure skaters
The bandy players
The curling fans

But so long as winter's frost persists
Know this, my friend

That should you ever slip
Upon your fractured lake
My mind and ears are open
And but a phone call away