A lightning array of seductive words
A thunderous momentum which I've heard
With your each exhale, sound escapes
As I inhale your words, the meaning resonates
Wandering for so long, I wasn't lost
Walking atop boundaries of the uncrossed
I wasn't lost but was somehow found
By the overwhelming resonance of your sound
With all the energy I have yet to exhaust
And with these cold hands that need to defrost
My ink gratifies what has been and what has passed
That someone spoke what I needed to hear at last
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
A lightning array of seductive words
A thunderous momentum which I've heard
With your each exhale, sound escapes
As I inhale your words, the meaning resonates
Wandering for so long, I wasn't lost
Walking atop boundaries of the uncrossed
I wasn't lost but was somehow found
By the overwhelming resonance of your sound
With all the energy I have yet to exhaust
And with these cold hands that need to defrost
My ink gratifies what has been and what has passed
That someone spoke what I needed to hear at last
