Living On Someday

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 W 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.’