Tears rain down on both of us
You say you love the rain
It reminds the soul of sadness
And the days that wept with us
A message is delivered in the mail
Running out to the box to receive it
It entails a clean envelope with smeared letters
Still legible, but with characters connected
Understanding plays like the season, cycling through
Coming to terms with what will be, being whole
The heart still beats, the very one in which you stole
Into the sky we look for more.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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