how do you draw what music feels?
how do you write what your heart dictates?
do you let it leave you breathless and
leave the elation to be expressed through
less sure pens and tongues? let it
thrive solely in shuddering minds and
shaky intellectuality? such ideas which deserve
so much more and receive so much less,
they remind me of you, and your hands
reaching through miles and years
and my own, searching for that which is
good, strong, and true! shall we really
come out stronger in the end, or will
we allow life to leave us empty, wordless?
i never wanted to abandon you there,
in midnight fields to be hopelessly lost-
but rather, i wanted to curl up
inside of you and touch you in ways
you'd never felt and i'd never dared.
i loved the way you let me in and closed me up
each and every time it rained.