The sounds of the pouring rain,
The demands of the alternative human,
The clamor for refreshments,
The ecstasy in their eyes.
As time drew nearer the feeling grew stronger,
As the suggestions came pouring out, only then did it make sense,
All hopes fluttered, saddness creeping in,
Suddenly I felt abandoned.
My bags were packed and I was ready to go,
Her bags were packed she wasn’t ready to go,
His mobile was packed and ready to go,
She was out and ready to prance.
Amidst the rains, the flood, the cursing there was laughter,
Amidst the difference in dialect there was a consensus,
Amidst the darkness there was rejoicing,
Amidst the lateness there was safe arrival.
Words cannot describe my delight and the warmth I felt,
The meal abandoned as my ears were atuned to my abode,
I was able to reach out and swallow that pain,
Though it be lodged in my chest.
What a pure and unadulterated soul,
What a shame that we never take a deeper look,
What a pity that I was never there,
What a hoax this life is that portrays emphathy.
Angelic windows were what my eyes were called,
What was inside of me to have given out that courage he sought,
Despite my obvious shyness and pain,
I have given another Being joy and fulfilment.
I held those beautiful hands of his,
Contact always did bring one home,
Lost in dark memories created by our own kin,
Dare I say that I have lost a part of me to him.
I am no god, yet he showers me with praise,
I am no god, yet he claims I’ve healed him,
I am no god, yet he claims I’m an angel,
I am no god, yet he bares his soul out to me.
There is a storm stirring within my soul,
An angel passes by and the words come out,
He is as a babe in the hands of his mother,
God give me the strength to be enough for him.
The speed heighten due to those feelings of freedom,
The pain all but gone due to the warm embrace given,
The pains increased due to what I cannot explain,
The smiles increased due to the fact that this was the longest and most beautiful night of my life.