*** Random Poetry Anyone? ***

The sweetness of the rain
My life is never black and white,
It's all shades of grey.
Even when the sun alights
The beams don't dance my way.
Working,
Breathing,
Living,
Loving,
Take it out of me.
Only when the grey sky spills
Do my eyes leak
And fill the sea.

You'd think the rain would wash my tears away...
But instead I cry.

No changes pass 'neath moon or sun,
In stance or public face.
Yet when the pallid dusk appears
I come undone-
My armor breaks.
Searching through this empty sky
I seek forgotten sighs.
To grasp them with my fingers wet
As rain pours down
And Heaven cries.

You'd think the rain would wash my tears away...
But instead I cry.

Throughout my life I have revered the rain.
It's coolness seems to rid me of
My unforgiving pain.
For now,
Amidst the greyest grey of storms
I sink-
Into the sweetness of the rain.

You'd think the rain would wash my tears away...
But instead I cry.

( 4/08/2003 09:46:00 AM ) Lisa#

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