Rain has a beautiful sound
Making its journey to the ground.
A wonderful chorus of hitting leaves,
Sliding down pedals, filling up streams.
It relaxes the soul and the mind
As if all cares are being washed away over time.
It draws you in with its melodic drone,
Easing and mellowing to the bone.
Natures symphony, an operatic song,
A harmonious blend, a child's sing-along.

Goodnight my love
Tucked into your bed
I'm thinking of you
The lone thought in my head

Sleep well my love
As comfort fills you
A warm blanket too large
Built just for two

Sweet dreams my love
The best you can get
Through setting sun dawn breaks
A new morning just met

Goodnight my love
For we finally must part
Though tomorrow be new
You'll still be in my heart

Through the stars of time I called your name
Out to the heavens I reached so far,
I felt your spirit as I lay,
To find your heart is what I pray.
On nights of pain, through Hells deep heart,
I fought my way to where thou 'art.
For you are a beauty, that splits the sky,
A glimmer of hope lay within my eye.
A patient being is what I forever am,
until the day comes that I hold your hand.
For if not now, the time will come,
The day I yearn for dawns with the sun.
I feel you now within my soul,
A broken tear has become whole.
I knew I would find you, and that I have,
To you I now lay my heart in your hand.

My introduction lies in calming blues and not-as-pearly whites,
A placid start that speaks of safety,
Of the deep ocean memories from when our ancestors were fish,
Warm in the cold,
These eyes the hook to draw them out of you,
The hook to keep you interested past
These whites, which should remind you
Of the dream we dream our ancestors have gone to,
Of the joy in meeting the big fish of their day,
But that the gates have slightly yellowed in their age.

How soon the introduction ends now and
My body is the body that you read,
A fiction built from hourglass ageless sand,
Perfect, but for time removing beads.
These strongarm muscles still retain their shape,
These calves still speak of lift with legs not back,
And yet those beads through time escape,
They shift beneath and leave a sack.
And while these sands of youth leave,
The weighty rocks come fill their place in measured time
And make up for that loss with leaden legions of their own,
Forgetting what had come before.
They could be ground down, back to sand again,
But clothes can hide the time it takes till then.

My conclusion is not truly mine.
I give you my ocean,
I give you my gates,
I give you my story in time,
And I give you my hand,
A look,
My voice.
My story ends where you choose.

Until you read me through again,
And this time pick page 22.

The river that flows from the depths of your soul;
It touches my hand in a sting of rain.
There is pain there, yes
In your waters.

A child afraid of the dark is in your eyes;
She looks through and sees nothing.
I am here, yes
A midst your waters.

The river brings cold to my being:
Lest I stay I die,
You breathe my life,
If I surrender I Drown,
and breathe no more.

I fear I am a blur to you now,
as the rain stings your eyes.
Your gaze eroded by water
Your gaze so cold and hollow

Promise you'll find a flame,
in the face of your flooding apathy

For not we grow cold and die.

and the river that flows from the depths of your soul,
shall take us dark and cold,
to sleep.

Somewhere off the coast of Nova Scotia
on an island called
Cape Breton
where the sky is only gray there is a black dog that is running in the snow
towards something in the distance

Is such a cliché line
Yet it rolls off the tongue
Like stamp on tattoos
Dragging your eyes
Like they are tethered
As blossoms
To the sun

days of tears
with this darkness..
our reasoning blunted..
repetitions..
layers out there
and within..
beginnings now
Slivers of light...?