Fire And Rain


Young blue girl, take my hand,
I'll whisk you gently 'cross the land,
I'll show you every sight to see,
We'll fine'ly feel what it's like to be

In love, a bud left hanging lone
Is joined by petals fully grown,
Silent hearts can't contain
A gradual buildup of fire and rain

Love shoots foward in reach of light,
And tall young boy gathers might,
"You and I belong, my love,
Let's tackle hurt to rise above."

© Saxon Drury-Godden, '06.