Anticipation

20th January 2011

Walking words come by my vision and lonely shadows hide - the world beyond the winds is more than clouds and rain, and heaven is more than anything you’ll ever miss and push aside. Let me tell you dear, I haven’t changed, and neither has the way the sun lit up. I haven’t cried, not for long at least since the fire died. But in my heart I believe and I can see I still weep harder, yet softer than the rain that washes down my windowpanes.