| Written: SEPT 27, 2003 |
The painful skies
They seem to die,
Heralding the divine agonies
Without you, all that is left to me.
I rain night and day
Without want to cease.
Feral in my misery complete,
Unto the likes of a wounded beast.
My rains bring me no happiness,
Nor do they wash you away;
In whole or in part you torment
Me, and I dreg up longing.
Floating my memories until
I cannot out swim them.
Would only the rivers could end
The pains washed from me for good.
I dream only that my heart can heal,
Finally be cleansed with a torrent
Of tears, never again to fall for you.
The cloudy days lingering about me not,
The bringing of closure to my soul,
The bitter end to you, my sweet raining.
