I thought it was over too soon,
The rain pulled the jacket back
Slick pouring out over my head
The letter rain drenched, ink flows
All across the colors blend, drops of
Rain splotched purple and black,
And your eyes telling me of lack,
But it wasn't over. The sound of wind
Rushed through the trees, carried your song
Across fields, through streams and valleys,
As though it could forever go all along
Whistling in with the rhythm of the driven seas,
Chanting with the birds across the way,
Waves channel it through earth and stone
And cracks between the gorges and cliffs,
Telling me it was going to be hard, alone,
Still not entirely certain that we'd fit, the light dim,
Further on the faded light and rushing waves,
Rain pouring until sundown, and a foggy mist sets in
In the sky just beyond the hills in lovely grays.