Dear Stephen

Pitter-patter;
She smiles at the splatters,
‘Cause they’re all that matters
‘Cause she don’t mind
The thunder and the clatter
Or would she rather
The rain to drain
For the sunbeam again
To undo the beautiful pain;
To sing her beautiful name?

When in the course of
Human events
It becomes necessary to
Open vents
To come back home alone
And make some sense
Of a world that's
Failed her sanity
With its whims and its jerks
And its vanity
Big blue, big blue
Sky calls to you
With the sound of silence;
With a calm compliance,
She listens.
And without a word she sits right there;
Without a word she sits and stares
With little brown diamonds that come in pairs;

Pitter-patter;
She smiles at the splatters,
‘Cause they’re all that matters
‘Cause she don’t mind
The thunder and the clatter
Or would she rather
The blades of light to
Come from her window pane
To undo the beautiful pain;
To sing her beautiful name?

The light from the slits of the window blinds
Soothe her aching head and her aching mind
Stripes of striated luminosity
Fulfill her peaceful curiosity
The warm brightness lays to rest
Blazing out from the withered, reddened crest
Of an old horizon waving goodbye
With a hail to the blue of the twilit skies
She closes her eyes.
And she reaches for a familiar touch;
She loves the silence so damn much -
If only for a moment she thinks
In the brief respite of a blink
There's no one next to her there
So much for all the beautiful air;
So she sits in the moment's beauty
That she'll never share...

Pitter-patter;
She smiles at the splatters,
‘Cause they’re all that matters
‘Cause she don’t mind
The thunder and the clatter
Or would she rather
A friendly presence
Who feels the same
To undo the beautiful pain;
To sing her beautiful name?