And somehow, you inspire me.

Grey skies, rain falling, dripping down on me,
and I sit on my porch, watching the trees sway,
and the ray of light streaks across the darkness,
and somehow, I see you in the light,
and I know, there is beauty, somehow.

Horses ride across the open field,
and somehow, I know you're riding one of them,
and I watch the water splash and drip,
rain from above and below, puddles and droplets,
and I hear you laugh from afar, somehow.

In between us, a quiet silence,
and somehow, it isn't redundant,
and even though I can't give you what you want,
I can give you what you need,
and there is peace, in the silence, somehow.

And the thoughts which beg for words grows silent, somehow.