Rain.
Never ending rain.
It's cold, dark, and lonely - but I find comfort here in the rain.
You weren't my sunshine.
My bright, sunny day.
You were the rain, but I found comfort in the pain.

That day.
That day when I saw you.
Was the day I found love.

That day when you entered my life.
My luck beginned to change.
Was it a miracle?
Was it planned by God.
I think it was.
That day.
when I first met you.

Across the room  you was notice.
Was it the smile?
That caught my attention.

Was it those eyes?
That got my attention.
That day I came to love you.

I am who I am
I do not care what others think of me.
Like me or not
that is your choice.
Accept me for who I am.

As the night unfolds
its quietness,
and distance
is silenced,
and movement
is carpeted
into echoing
rumbles,

a sight unveils
all once blinded
by day light,
by the hazardous
ransom of rush,

and it appears
before me
what lays
within
a trap of sand,
breaking down
the bones of will,
grinding morrow
into the narrowness
of a held back
gesture,

it appears
before me,
naked
like a stillbirth,

my solitude.

took all of my belongings
- those words i borrowed
for staging myself -, packed
it all, pinned it a note,
here's to us, if ever,
went for a dock
(no lighthouse please,
the night needs a rest).

Sometimes you have to chase off the demons
the ones hanging around for scraps
- with a song of happiness on your lips.