When you're not around,
everything is still,
the silence of ground,
no presence I feel
when you're away,
the sky seems grey;
the trees are at rest
when you're gone,
songs from swallows aren't best,
only crashing upon
my ears
provoking my fears, when you're not here;
everything is bland,
but on your command
things become clear,
everything turns out right
inspite
of things on the outside;
wheb you're near
I have nothing to hide or fear.