To
A friend, a lost traveler, a born poet
There were days we
used to dance in the
rain
Do you remember, my sweetheart?
How we got all wet
How we didn't seem to
care
How the cold whispered
to our bones
How we told them not to listen
Do you remember my
love, dancing in the rain?
How we closed our eyes
How we moved under the
dissaproving stares of
strangers
How their sighs became
beautiful melodies only we
could hear
Do you remember?
Cause nowadays there is a shiver in my bones
And a heaviness in
my heart
That can only be washed away
with a little dancing
in the rain.
