The face of an angel
and heart of a saint
her words still unnoticed
her whispers seem faint
she speaks through her eyes
if only you'd listen
look deep in her eyes
and find what you're missing

I feel so blessed to have the friends that I do
people I've met here,people like you
they endure such pain,such heartache and more
and if of nothing else of this I am sure
as long as we continue to support each other this way
we won't be forgotten
and no writings are in vain

I hate to see her hurt
I wish she felt no pain
sometimes pain makes us stronger
she's strong enough already
been through enough
it's her turn to be happy
her turn to be loved by someone
who appreciates her for who she is
a beautiful soul
unselfish,giving
even it means giving pieces of herself
everytime she cares for another
it's HER TURN!

In fine feather now ,feeling no pain
my darkness appeased as I sit in the rain
I stumble about through the alleys and yards
though my eyes through this trickery
have me wandering tall grasses
on my old family farm
sun on my face ,breeze at my back
as a lovers warm breath
whispering "Come home ,my love"
soon I answer
then as soon as she came
she was gone once again
so I'll keep sitting here
waiting for her
her warm breath on my neck
the sun in her hair

and the end of this cold lonely rain

As I sit in my chair
I listen
         eyes closed
                      I hear the raindrops
such a soothing symphony they create

       no pattern
                        random
but ,
magically musical

my old refridgerator running in the background

the clock ticking away the seconds

isn't it funny how much we don't hear
when we don't listen,
                                  Truly listen