Living in that in-between

You are

that song I've not written yet

your melody

comes to me

just after the rain

what a pity

that my heart 

is in the middle of a drought

maybe I'll pray for rain

maybe I'll seek

less-barren pastures

maybe I'll wait

for your voice 

to seek me out

I see

some clouds are forming

maybe today

your melody

will break

this dry silence.