Rains of Surreal

There were clouds from the sky To be a little darker then before Some thoughts in sacrifice to deny The ever mist in darken haze to recall And the walked path was an unsheltered one He who bears the weight of unnoticed vapour Should be realized to have unflustered thoughts come undone For he who thinks will thoughts be flooded lesser! That be pure and impure to see For a path of evil may well be a course to undertake To understand the substances of purity To then walk perhaps the dream-fill path in wake As the rain becomes heavier in turn It only meant for the routes be harder to view To be drench toward a point of no-return Guess not the unseen road but be sure of surreal! Mayhaps an after-rain be of rain an after To share the affair and to embrace as one… the unknown And to walk is the path already be taken forever Yet the rain, hasn’t me to recall of those being shown