A thousand tiny pellets of ice
Pounding at my window
A thousand thoughts inside my head
Dancing restlessly
You tell me that you like my words
My boisterous emotions
You tell my I should let them out
Set them flying free...
The drumming on my rooftop
Getting louder than a stampede
The rest of the house is quiet
Cozy, homey, silent, warm
I want to feel your hand
upon my shoulder as I write this
I want to keep this friendship
growing slwoly through the storm...