Hear the sound of thunder
wait for the rain
call out
and listen
only your own voice returns
cry a tear
stop the world from turning
stand and shout
nothing changes
sit and ponder
dreams undreamt
stories untold
faith unanswered
listen again
a small voice
a whisper
a message barely heard
of places far off
and magic trees
things i cannot see
but perhaps through you eyes
i can catch a glimmer
something beautiful
it must be
i want to see you
and you’re not here
so i sit
and wait
and hope
and see if
faith returns.
– matt at shadow of iris
