Is This April

The water won't stop falling 
It will flow 
Grow between stepping stones to puddles where we'll play 
Someday... 

Winter's windowpanes of bitter thoughts 
A storm brought you inside 
And outside a storm has taken you 
We could have just sifted through like a breeze 
Couldn't we?... 

Anyhow amidst this 
I'm close to being wind in her ears 
A silence... 
A kind of silence...