Dark Rain

The dark rain falls upon the world And drowns the stifled cries, And bathes with faithless vision The grieving parent eyes; And in it’s cold descending And it’s desolate decision Cuts the very cord of life With a hand of God precision. The pieces that are scattered Are emotions in that rain, Bled of designation, Swirling down a silent drain; And as the night approaches And the light invites stagnation, All the trains grind to conclusion At a cold and empty station. The dark rain is an emblem And a harbinger of death Yet our love is great, defying Any stilling of the breath; For the short time we remember Puts an end to grief and crying The short time that you had A timeless source of love undying.