| Clouds covering oceans deep; where sun shines not; an angel weeps; First comes the rain; Next the night returning from day's bright way;..Stealing accross the earth her velvet gown straying were it will; breaking away in patchs,and shades of foggy dew;..A cloak she wears also; remnants remaining between sea,and sky;..Her touch,sometimes cold; others',warm,and true;..Fate awaits her hand's design,painting the wind a pure misty blue... |
