Catch me
if you can. From the safety
of a shore throw me a line.
I am a floating highland log; an alien
far from home.
Shed me
if you want, over hopelessness
or save me for jubilation.
I am the tears welling up in your eyes.
Sing me
in a moment of melancholy
or dance to the tune, among the flowers
I am the song growing within you.
Like an echo
if its own cry brings no comfort to a lone coyote.
Crying by yourself
In an empty hole, brings no solution.
Just share it.
I am your friend
waiting for you in time .
