No, just found depths, great depths,
where you can always finde me, comfortably
sitting next to you, in your closest moments
when you leave words behind, for emotion . . .

. . . thinking you're alone, when you've never been.
How didn't you know I was always there,
waiting for your countenance of sadness, joy
or elation to be sure you weren't . . . alone?

It's okay, nothing will disturb you here, high
in this place cleared of all negativity below.
No clamorous voices or noise of civilization
in this place for us, in sweet quiet . . .

                                              . . . of compassion.

(Written @ East Coast
    Wings for Stacey.)