Mists cling to me
Rain patters my soul;
Torments
With memories
Beyond my control.
You’re my haven,
My sheltering reef;
Where always in crises
I safely retreat.
I see, not with eyes,
But as my heart
Recalls words,
It's not rain
But your patter
In all that I've heard.
Your voice in my dreams,
Your thoughts in my mind...
You're the weathervane—
My heart is aligned.