emptymirror's blog: "poetry"

Rain, rain, the worlds dark envoy or pain,

Falling gently upon me, bringing their disdain,

So light and gentle, but feels so crushing,

Heavier and heavier, the heavens begin gushing,

As I stand here waiting for love ot find me,

For I am a lost soul, with no one ot heal my plea.

I can't feel it anymore, the warmth gone and drained,

My very being feels like my clothes: cold, torn, and mus stained,

Standing in the reain with my hands raised and neck craned.

Rain, rain, has always been on omen of bad luck,

Any and all hope has been abandoned, left in the muck,

But here I stay in the rain, letting it soak,

Fallen into a sorrowful dream that I cannot be awoke,

Because I'm waiting for her to join this dream,

And make these clouds part and the light to gleam.

And then you came, your presence burning me with desire,

Everything alight, I steam and the rain catches fire,

My soul sings joyfully to yours, our cries become a chior.

You brought me back to life, my lovely necromancer,

Warmer then the sun on a nice summer day,

ou make me want ot waltz all day, and I'm no dancer,

I only hope you never tire of me, and always want to stay.

Because as surely as the sun will rise, it will rain again,

There always has to be a balance to this life,

The only true questions are why, how and when,

And once it does, God protect me from the knife.

Rain, rain, Falling, just for me and you,

I know, if nothing else is, this is true.