You tumble your gentle words into the well of my inarticulate silence Beckoning excitedly to me to come, come And the ghosts, they don’t quite know what to do In the presence of joy as lovely as your’s
You remember the best of me When i barely understand the worst And amidst the madding throngs quietly retell those stories of old In the most familiar of voices Until they seep into my skin and well my eyes with long streams of relief
For all my exquisite words I still cannot articulate How home draws incomprehensibly closer When you simply let me be the girl I thought I forgot
Suddenly, there was sun. I wanted to bask in it, To take it all in. The rays touched me, Talked to me ways People around couldn't. I couldn't put on sunscreen, The way this feels - Enriching and enlightening - I would never put a mask Between it and I.