Parched emotions
    Cracked and dry
    A silent call
    A whispered reply
    Rain pours down
    From molten sky

    Exquisite beauty
    Beyond why
    A way of being
    Naturally high
    Discovering wings
    To stretch and fly

    From the abyss
    An echoed sigh
    The wrenching pain
    Of unthinkable goodbye
    What to do
    But break down and cry

    — Wayne Visser