You are here, there,
I’m the day, you’re the night.
Starlight reflecting off crystal water
brought me a sister from another mother
You’re the beat,
I’m the lyrics.
It could have taken a lifetime to find our rhythm,
this jazzy blend of simple and complex notes that is sometimes fast,
if not for the harmony that followed the thunder.
Our melody is best heard underwater, and
whatever is happening here grows deeper with time.
Reblogged this on Better For That and commented:
I lost the friend I wrote this for this summer and did not blog about it because I didn’t know how to. In this, her birthday month, I am remembering all the love.