Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Gray Sky

I saw the rain begin to fall and it reminded me of your song
It triggered memories of every river we crossed together
Every mountain we ever stood upon with our gaze in the distance

The smell was that of a spirit passing quiet and unnoticed
It felt like a second chance when the first was a gift
My only prayer was that it would never cease

I yearn to see the rivers swell
I long to find that place called home
I am forever in your debt

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