Relational Maturity

Time flies

As clouds fill the skies

So far from you

And yet standing beside each other

Can we weather the wind and the waves?

 

Whisper me words

I've never heard before

Underneath dark storm clouds

As waves drift us further away

 

Reach out your hand

Take yours in mine

Together we'll weather the storms

That strike out at sea

 

And as our troubles cease

We'll stop drifting about

And look to see the stars in the clouds

At least we'll imagine them

Before Poseidon's waves drag us below

 

But I hope there's one thing that you know;

Hold on to me close

As we sink into a melancholic sea;

 

I've got your hand, and will never let go