The anticipation of being wanted
Waiting for nutrients of the mind
And soul and savour our saved time

We build our lives on sandstone not granite
Not a meteor that hit but a shift of the tectonic plates
Slow but strong
Ever present but doubtful of their force
Easily denied but powerfully felt

The language of us
The one you met
Different to the one you found,
Stumbled into a parched
Waterfall.