Drizzles
Stare set on her grecian wall
Seeking the pleasant face to quench his beats.
Count one...two and three.
He stands on the street below in the rain.
Scent of earth filling his soul.
O' could he just ask for pleasures more.
Be awake eyes, here heavens come.
Walking amidst the drops her eyes too run.
As she sweeps her sight across and turns.
Tears with the drizzles, the beau mourns.
Walking in the fields hand in hand.
They talk of moon and the wolf that loved.
Breathing the warmth of love in air.
Castles of glass, oceans of sand.
Mirage of opulence it seemed sometimes.
And they were at her door again to let her go.
Parting sendoff that didn't last a moment.
Sailing to the new world, next day she departs.
Lonely as ever, silent in thoughts, wailing in his pain.
Stared at the grecian wall, the drizzle was with him..
Yet again.
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