Rivers.

The way the rain 
runs over the dry land 
and tears 
fill up the thirsty cracks 
in our souls. 
Tonight 
I missed your hand… 
The throb of an empty space 
inside my palm. 
Cover me, 
coming night, cover me 
with your black wings. 
The lullabies 
of gentle trees, 
and somehow tonight 
they’re singing of home. 

If my heart is tired  
will you hold me 
until I fall asleep? 
And after you’ve drifted 
into your dreams, 
I’ll trace the cracks 
in your heart 
with gentle fingers, 
and flood the traces of past tears 
with love. 

  

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