Drops of rain fall,
humming the melody of your presence.
Each one heavy with longing,
bearing your promise.
And when a trembling drop crashes into my soul, in that fragile moment,
I don't just see you__
I burn with the feeling of you being near..
........... Suspiration
The thing my mind keeps circling_
a trembling in my soul, a silence that shakes me.
I fear if i spell it out it may truly happen.
I stand torn_
to speak it out or to keep it buried inside.
This within me, if i dare to voice it, I fear it will scorch the very words Themselves.