Always Chasing the Sun
Though the streets have changed and
the houses not quite the same...I can
still feel the grey of chasing the sun on
a rainy day...and tasting teardrops that
have no way...
The skyline has moved and what was in
front of me then, wavers in my mind
with little room to bend..Its like chasing
the sun on a rainy day..and hearing words
with little to say...
Some faces are gone, some just wear life
like a hat. The voices still strong and not
an eye to bat...Still its like chasing
the sun on a rainy day.. and holding kisses that
want so much to stay..
My eyes see a painting that's still not done,
some colors washed in and a few on the run..
That's why I'm always chasing the sun on
a rainy day... and keeping foldaway dreams that
can never run or stray...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
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