When the whirling and swirling of thoughts grow into Storms too dark to see through alone, I write to you. Forgive me for my time away, but I’ve learned That some clouds are only seen - Dreamed in my mind's eye. So in light untainted by melancholy fog, I let these clouds drift while I Soak in the rays, compensating for days passed. But fear not, I won’t ever forget the solace, The passion I witnessed with you. Now in this balance, I write to you, Whether in light, or in dark. xo, A. Song