Days are best with rain
and when you aren't around,
I prefer a storm

I know it probably wasn't right
the way the stars weren't out tonight.
But there's something about the vast, empty sky-
inhaling so freely. Endless supply.
Peering out in the infinite space
and feeling terribly small in a cosmically large place.

And I've walked this earth, dug my toes in the ground.
Oh, you wouldn't believe all the wonders I've found.
There is beauty that words could never describe.
Within all things; there is love inside.

I do wish I kept all the tears I have shed
they truly could capture the emotions that fled.

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I watched the Moon around the House
Until upon a Pane—
She stopped—a Traveller’s privilege—for Rest—
And there upon

I gazed—as at a stranger—
The Lady in the Town
Doth think no incivility
To lift her Glass—upon—

But never Stranger justified
The Curiosity
Like Mine—for not a Foot—nor Hand—
Nor Formula—had she—

But like a Head—a Guillotine
Slid carelessly away—
Did independent, Amber—
Sustain her in the sky—

Or like a Stemless Flower—
Upheld in rolling Air
By finer Gravitations—
Than bind Philosopher—

No Hunger—had she—nor an Inn—
Her Toilette—to suffice—
Nor Avocation—nor Concern
For little Mysteries

As harass us—like Life—and Death—
And Afterwards—or Nay—
But seemed engrossed to Absolute—
With shining—and the Sky—

The privilege to scrutinize
Was scarce upon my Eyes
When, with a Silver practise—
She vaulted out of Gaze—

And next—I met her on a Cloud—
Myself too far below
To follow her superior Road—
Or its advantage—Blue—