dry land by Emily G Myerssilvery puddles form from droplets
the sun sinks away
but the night stalls to arrive
a storm is coming to your eyes
as the cloudcover would indicate
and your sighing would prove
I'm not sure I can pull you from the tidal breaking in
the guilt surrounds me as I stand
realizing I'm dry on the land
with only cheerful skies above
and the sun peeking through
I'll hold my hand out in attempt to reach you
but I don't know if it's long enough for your water-wrinkled hands to grasp
and that guilt surrounds me as I stand
dry on the land
02/23/2001 Author's Note: subconsciously written for Jared
Posted on 10/26/2004 Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers
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