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Lonely, lonely weather man
Sees the future, but is blind
Lonely, lonely weather man
Knows the truth that he can’t find

Quiet, quiet he sits alone
Thinking of a different place
Quiet, quiet he thinks of home
And a recognizable face

Oh sad, sad weather man
Your tears hide in the rain
Oh sad, sad weather man
No one even knows your name

Humble he sits and thinks again
But there is none that rally
Humble he sits and thinks again
But he has lost all his family

Smile, smile little weather man
Surely there is a friend who cares
Smile, please smile oh weather man
There might be another who shares
In your feeling of blue
Surely there is another like you
I have looked in the eyes of imagination
I have felt fantasy’s warm embrace
I have often dreamed of the sweet sensation
Of staring into your beautiful face

I have felt the universe come alive
I have seen the world fade away
The day I saw your happiness thrive
And your precious smile stay

I recall with great fondness
The sight of the truest beauty
The love I felt was sheer madness
Yet it was perfect insanity

A moment when the future did not matter
Because the future already was
A world where nothing could shatter
It was a place where nothing was

It was perfection in the incomplete
It was satisfaction in the empty
It was like flying in a fleet
A belonging of being free

I cannot forget that you left
A moment that never fades away
A moment of emotional theft
A time of losing my way

Despite the pain I felt then
It is a moment I am thankful for
I wish that moment would come again
Just so that could see you some more

But like footprints in the sand
The moment has faded
And no one can ever understand
How I feel like I’ve been raided

With very little left of me
I look and hope for another
To walk with me, right next to me
Being happy with each other
The rain falls on the cobble stone wall
She is tall, young with perfectly long hair
Black and gray is all that is today
The rain falls on her open toed shoes
Her cheecks are full, her breath is heavy
A little chilly for the fifth of September

Her skin like silk, damp and freckled
The rain falls in the most perfectly sad way
Drop by drop on the cobble stone wall
One by one under her freckled brow
Black and gray, black and gray

The church bell crashes, at the perfect hour
The day is gray but her eyes have color
Deep and rich with depth like the sea
Falling in deeper, and deeper
Impossible to look away

Searching and searching under sheets of gray
Only to find the reason to say
It feels a bit warmer on this September day
Looking into the eyes of young beauty
Reminding the soul of all past laughs
And easing the mind of tomorrow's woes

The rain falls on us all
But as long as there is color
Those are the reasons
We look into each other
Hopeless,
entangled and lonely
Soiled in thought.
Green shrubbery in
knots of friendship
and senseless touch.

Peonies by the dozen,
resting on the floor,
with drawn malice
and a simpleton heart.
In puddles of love
and a rainfall of glass
they evaporate in pointless,
panicked gasps.

Hopelessly.
Entangled and lonely.
Twirling in the frost
of stormed air,
and withered wrecks,
and sugar glass.

Peonies by the dozen
dying on the floor-
What is poetry
But an outlet for liars
To express their truth
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