I heard the rain coming down and thought of a different time…
Wondered if it was you crying across your world to mine…
Now I try to fall asleep with a picture of another day…
Dreams encircle my mind in their own cruel way…
Morning came and the rain had stopped, did it mean there was a smile…
I walked through the day looking to the sky if only for a while…
We made choices that were for the best but still we remember…
The past fell through the door like summer to September…
I lay my head in a peaceful place and I wish the same for you…
The rain will never be the same from where we came through…
I see you in the sky and you hear me in a song…
Pages turned and credits ran over coming right and wrong…
The rain outside my door
Its talk, a calming effect
Upon my restless spirit, implores
the need to reflect.
The rain, drenching the moors
Its pounding upon rocky crests
Like the clapping of hands, soars
Upon the senses, dissolving stress.
The rain inviting me outdoors
Its plead to leave the comfort of concepts
Exchanging the warmth of safe indoors
For the dramatic cold of clarity, intercepts.
The rain, cleansing a downpour
Its relentlessness stripping the walls erected
Around the damaged heart, explores
Upon new possibilities, wider directed.
The rain, beckoning a force
Its puddles upon my feet impress
With childlike laughter, a dance extorts
Revving the spirit, the genuine soul expressed.
By CarolineCécile
copyright © 02.06.10
I want to hide here
Under the dark-clouded sky
For I have exposed my soul
With what I have said
And the looming, dark, gray
Can cover my nakedness.
I am shivering
Because it is cold here
Being unveiled and cringing
And my cloud-clothes
Are only vapors
But their rain may wash me clean
Perhaps their rain will wash me clean.
I wonder:
Is this how anyone else feels after you've revealed too much about yourself?