Sweet drips from tip to page,
The mind is rage,
Ink well, summer blue
Not quite empty, not quite through.

I have visions of you,
Sitting in your room,
Arms folded and eyes widened,
Sleep deprived, you’re hiding

Away from your family,
Away from your friends,
I wish I could hold you,
But Time must amend.

I pray for your safety, I pray for your love, I pray arms surround you from high up above.

I am far away,
My voice is now mute,
Across the deep water,
I am far removed