Deep in his heart
He will miss it as it goes
A pool of rain
His reflection once showed him
Once upon a thousand times
A quiet man once daydreamed
Of the different formations of rain

Yet , what did he have to gain?
The war was almost over
He was such a lonely orphan
He could never confess his silence
He once heard the
Static sounds of rain
A presence of tear drops
Surrounding his eccentric mind

Everything was fading away
Time was just another memory lapse
He daydreamed until he could
No longer hear the sounds of tears
He had once remembered
When he was a child back
Before rain was so feared and hated
Before it was seen as a novel of sin

Under his dear black umbrella
He waited for nothing alone
And the clouds were a
Peppered smokey grey
They were viewed as
The separation of loss
An image of abandonment
From a hollow sky

From a sentimental lady
A fading scent
And a fading smile
They once described beautiful
Memories of a dear friend
One day it once rained
It was the beautifulest Parade
You once closed your eyes
And traced a canvas
He's as you left him
Your lover's eyes

To a fading face
To a fading smile
Open your eyes!
You can't daydream forever
Just look, and don't regret

As your cats come
And cuddle you the warmest way
Just remember...tomorrow is another day
Your journal is over there
And your lamp light is on low
There is hot tea in your cup
Take a deep breath
Before you take a sip

Close your eyes
And always remember
That the moon light will
Shine on your face tomorrow
No one has been here
No one has gone

The Elephants and Donkeys
I have grown accustomed to their lies
And their ****** expressions
Are second nature to me now
As most of their falsehoods
I have grown accustomed of
Their tunes of hypocrisy
The tales of the spineless

I can see it in their faces
I can see it in their scripted smiles
And I can see it in their eyes
As they breath out and in
They never think twice of their lies

Promises made, and promises broken
My naked eyes have understood
From a quiet sense of cold discernment
A kingdom of loathing willful ignorance

They once lied to me
As they now lie to you
One great day will
Put them all to shame

Today was so dear
Today was an endless song
That could never last

How I feel, I could never tell you
Under a southern sky
A frozen field
The  days are always short
When I'm in the
Twilight of the year

Branches, figures, and shadows
Were of an endless motion
Verbs were found in no direction
A declining forgotten place

Under a moonless sky
They were very good years
Today was an endless song
That could never last
From naked eyes

Of a frozen field
And twilight scenes
The nightingales and
The sparrows sleep
And just another endless song
How I feel , I could never tell you

He was never one
For their Minstrel Shows
Have you ever heard
Of a shadow calling an unknown name?
As daydreaming in and out of time
He once escaped from those
With slave and plantation mentalities
A place of paper tokens
They never liked the silence around a prayer
They never enjoyed a single whisper
He hid from their stump speech
The blackface clown
Pranks of a lost society
A drifting thought of breeze
From grey to dark green
To moorish tones
One could be never seen
A whispers were as close as a dream
One whisper was as close
As the wind that blows
The shadows of the clouds
Were once racing by so  
Boldly under the governed moon light
A slumber of peace
A single rain drop
Once ran down his face
and such was to
tease a tear
He was once the sand so
Scattered by the wind that blows
There no pretentious person
Could hid nor find
As vintage ice
His hands were from ancient nights
As time passed by
His hands became tender or loving
A glacier that became slowly liquefied
A cold unfermented drink
Poured so sweet and dear
Which formed cold gentle streams
Beside a village green
A single Dandelion

There was a calmness
Of  beauty created by God
Yet no-one ever understood the whispers
And morals of a hidden silence
A seeker of solitude were they
But no one seems to feel the weather
As it quickly changes
Why must beautiful dreams vanish
As a forgotten lie?
Was silence ever the perfect shield?
Was silence ever the perfect buckler
For a personal type of dusty armor?
The rhythm was always
Calling from the shade
It was soulful and cold
And separated by space
That I could only understand it's beauty
My hands first became cold there alone
A single dried stalk of grain
Was the fading star in the dawn
A story was told without uttering a word
But no one seems to feel the weather
As it quickly changes
Why must beautiful dreams vanish
As a forgotten lie?
From a paper moon shape
These silent moments
Will always pass
From hands of cold
A certain shade of shadowy
And half forgotten daydreams

So soulful and very mystic this time so begin
It was so much without saying anything at all
A stillness of silence so profound
The simple and soothing secrets of sounds never composed
A whisper in the ear from a shadow of cool breeze
And slow clouds being pushed apart by the wind
Silence on white cliffs and empty grey skies
A tear could readily fall hauntingly from the view of her beauty
It was so much without saying anything at all
Yet the color of her brown eyes
Seemed to slip away from the candle flame
One would truly dislike as they slowly passed away
They would unwillfully threaten to leave and betray
As pleasing to the senses or mind aesthetically
As  eyes were once closed in the Garden of Eden
It was so much without saying anything at all
From under the flickering light designs
No words could ever compare such of atmosphere
Forthwith the beauty of silence
Thence her intimating shadowy eyes
A clueless looking glass of never sea
Wasted on he in time flows of night moths
Fond affections were never stated to she
From cold secretive envelops,
And faded letters of dusty dry ink
Visionary shadowy landscapes
From the scent of a lost silence
And time became just a lost memory
It was so much without saying anything at all
The leaves gathering in a motion of a winter whisper
An unclear , and uncertain smile almost seen away