Pluie De La Paix
Today the raindrops slashed at the window pane while the sky, sullen with the weight of gray,
hangs low enough to show us its frown.
On this day we all cry.
Tonight we fight to show our smiles.
False but necessary, in hopes that tomorrow we can enjoy the sun,
even if just for a moment again.
Fear not the rain that falls, but rather weep for the colors we lost.
Taken from us; effaced from our magnificent canvas, blanketed by eternal night.
Extinguishing light,
tonight we pray,
tonight we fight.
Let us never forget the sun on our shoulders for we are all children at play.
Not for a God, but for ourselves.
And that we all live together, under the same sky,
from which the rain might fall.
In Honor, Paris
November 14, 2015
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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