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If raindrops rise in leu of fall
would you seek the meaning overall?
Would spectacles endow with a clarity of fog
would you follow tangled lines of a rearward call?

Inevitable advance to stepping backwards
and dreams which mock to be their master
like a fugitive refusing to be captured
so elusive is a grapple for the stars
be warned, from such affrighted height
timeless seems the stretch of the fall

An orbit all it's own surrounds me
weightless I am tossed by its force
as if compelled to repel my pleas
but it is I who have chosen the course

Roxane I am...
so moved by eloquence 
even drawn in though querulous
A romantic poignant marathon
divided desires and more the sentiments
even Cyrano discerned this unworthy echelon 

The raindrops rise
weary of myself and unquiet in the asking 
where I am or outght to be 
an upended life held out for the grasping
unyielding as death to sympathy

A cry like thine in my own heart I hear
'Twas not his nose but courage he suffered
wanting not to wound the mantel of the muse
Tis the story of the broken, of certainty asunder 
how contorted truths squelch 
that which once empowered to move

I too, a Cyrano
In faith bent underfoot 
even imperfection can still bounteous be
when we make not trite what love overlooks

The profundity of a storybook
Is the one who's end is left unwritten 
a someday never forsook 

True in turn we want of all...
The sky above, a level ground
in living passion have no fear
every tear tuned up side down

One blink!
to set right
the umbrella over life
Not half in one, and half of another
a half bred mutt like a perfect shame
I long for a world where raindrops fall D
                                                             O
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                                                                N again

Trembling, helpless...  to walk away
for all the distance we've already paved
securely anchored in a world faraway
derived in hopes of "THE SOMEDAY"
 
Allowed to rise you drops of rain
until the glint of sun be plain
Still, from then unto this day
will love the man for which I prayed
though the sorrow of its corse 
be unexplained even overstayed 

The stars a worthy reach!
Bounded by themselves, and unobservant
In what state God’s other works may be

‘Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he
who finds his purpose in life
 loses his misery.’
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