Von 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 Du 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 Du rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I'll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If Du turn outside,
in the wetness,
I'll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, KISS you.
If Du free the air,
in the light of day,
I'll become the sun.
And smile for you.
Between the miles-
if Du need me.
If Du need a friend.
Let me be the friend, I want to be.
