life crying down on me.
little gentle whispers.
little secret smiles.
and in the post-math of the
shower-storm
when the words from the sky that had never really washed away
could be heard again,
i listened well.
sounds and nothings and the sun,
warm against my little heart,
beating still.
it still sometimes suprises me that i smile
when my eyes are closed,
and now you smile with me,
bathed blind together in something simple,
something never far.
