This has been

…a spirit stretched day

And now that it is through

Wish I could pull up a simple chair

To sit and talk with you

It has been gravely long

Since our parallel souls sang a song

We tally each blessing

Deciphering right from wrong

The nights fall short and the days are shy

The silence we adorn

Flies on the backs of hurricanes in the cries of a storm

If I could cradle the eye of the blow

And ride it to you

You could balance my weeping

In a harmony of two