November 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
it sang songs to me, in the deep depths
when words would have otherwise been empty
void of feeling, and therefore, meaning.
not my lifesaver, but somewhat a rescuer
sitting on the shore, awaiting my surface
we welcome each other delightedly
companions, we will run
and when the sun sets, I would have met you again
Laughing, with the rain this time.