Sunday, October 17, 2010

Waiting under the sun,
here comes that rain again;
drenching in the hopes lost deep down,
we stand praying on, for the sun and the stars.

You walk away slow, from all you held close,
the rain drizzles on, the wounds drench on,
the splatter in your face tears to the very soul.
about all that is left behind, when it was all one's to be,
when the clouds were only shapes of hearts and smiles,
when it was only you and the sunny skies to be.