Impossible

So blue are sunlit drops of rain Inspired by mornings light, Reflected in a mirror is the semblance of our lives As summer passes by, But all that’s built from a timbres beam Seemed impossible to me Under a new ray shines the simplicity of a smile Held in the wonder of an innocent moment, While we stare at the slender leaves that wither Then die in falls arrival, Until came an instant instilled in thought That seemed impossible to me We may have inherited the miracle of a life possessed In the wisdom as darkness descends, It creeps like the softness of the moonless night Into the mystery that we all fear; But the brilliance of a shooting star Seems impossible to me No idea gained over the roads we tread On every path and every trail, On loves rebirth to our hearts exchange In a sound of those falling drops of rain, But all we can hear from the timbers beam Seems impossible to me