Almost

On a walk atop the surface, 

I learned but many things, 

For all the years below me, 

Had beckoned me to sing, 

I lived my youth there far below, 

And deep within a cave, 

I ventured off to find what else, 

Had beyond there stayed. 

For I had lived an almost life, 

Within an almost world, 

Though poor and fully known of strife, 

I was an almost girl. 

I knew a lot of love and pain, 

Yet much beyond to find, 

Though I was rough and covered dirt, 

I could not be less blind. 

There was a boy along my walk, 

Also upon the surface, 

He seemed to be just as confused, 

And just as lost of purpose. 

This boy did not look dirty though, 

If anything he was but, 

Yet he did sing another tune, 

Of something I knew not. 

He asked of me where did I come, 

So I told him from below, 

He looked at me in horror, 

As his shinning then did show, 

“Far below I've never been for I am from the sky!’ 

It then appeared that I to him, 

Was somthing of a cry. 

I told him then to stop it now, 

“I'm nothing to be mocked! 

For you are here in front of me, 

and I am not as shocked!” 

‘I may know darkness more than you have ever come to find, 

But you know light that's never such as blessed my poorer eyes!” 

Then the boy had said something I never would have guessed, 

He turned to me and stated that my ‘Dark could only bless.’ 

And on this walk I learned from him something I had not known, 

He may be from the light but it was only almost shown. 

This almost boy in almost world far way higher above, 

Had come to seek the everything he had been lacking of, 

So there we sat along the crust of earth just singing tunes, 

I'd almost guess this was the thing that'd make us whole quite soon.