par Heather Stoop
Because existence can become severe
in one day,
just sense me and I'll be there.
In the minds eye,
I'm not so far away.
If toi hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I'll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye's upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I'll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If toi rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I'll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If toi turn outside,
in the wetness,
I'll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, Kiss you.
If toi free the air,
in the light of day,
I'll become the sun.
And smile for you.
Between the miles-
if toi need me.
If toi need a friend.
Let me be the friend, I want to be.
