Platonic Cosmos

I wonder about the strange connect,
The pans distance,
And spans time-zones alike.
It's an elastic bond,
I feel-
One stretched at will-
To lengths beyond inches.
We talk seldom-
Meet lesser even,
But what is this strange link-
That strengthens every time ?
Yes, I'm grateful-
Cancerian coalesce after all-
Mayhaps that forms the base-
Upon which our prism rests.
We need no words of truth,
To define,
Refine or even outshine our scope.
Just a meet,
And all seems strangely complete,
As we sit and talk-
Like days left behind.
Strictly platonic,
Yet a love so pure,
You always bring a smile,
As I remember to lean on you too.
In actuality,
We think less of each other now-
Lost only in the pace of days.
But good wishes remain always-
As we know that we're there
As silent compatriots.
So, the promise made to you last night,
Is something I'll stand by-
And the moment of looking into your eyes,
Is a moment I'll relive ever.
I am  happy,
To have friends like you in life-
Where I know I've a shelter,
As I come undone.
All conversations and broken words,
Somehow find meaning,
As they weave into your ears,
And find a security in your being.
You know a part of me-
That I share with you,
Just as well,
It's reciprocated likewise.
We're alike yet distinct,
In ethos, ethics and aesthetics.
I learn the craft of beautifying from you,
While you regain some sense of self,
Striking your balance,
Using my strength.
It's a linear equation that we share-
With the many memories left behind.
Yet, we no longer trace the route of nostalgia,
But have progressed as two mature beings-
No longer caught up or confused by how things work-
Instead guided by the motto of making it work,
Regardless of heart-burn or fire.
In essence then,
We have grown up too,
And have also followed the path,
That evolution has laid out for us.
But within it,
We carve out our own niche,
As we still keep our,
Individual brand of insanity alive,
To carry us far and ashore.