The One With Her

Dropping down into an abyss Waiting for the soulful caress Reciting loudly the mugged up prayers Falling down to deeper trenches Deeper sores on the soul Waiting for that arm to cry on But she didn't seem near. The daybreak was wondrously clear Not a respite meagre Inhabiting with my solitude, the realm of the day Growing wider Maybe the end was nigh Showing me the fire Leaving out a sigh Following to the end of trail Gathering courage to ask the frail young woman Turning to me having the familiar light I learned that she was never out of sight Just falling a little behind But always kind The one winged bird was mended Gallant again to claim the sky.