When the clouds moved away
I could see the sun again
First the rays carried words that
Spoke in a form I cannot give
To the paper I write on.
You made those words clearer,
I had to utter them in a way, I
Knew others could understand.
I started with the things I
Wanted, but ran empty again.
You gave them more meaning
In my head, than I could on paper.
My poem had to end, but my
Heart kept those tiny whispers close
Forever