like raindrops when the storm passed
with no rainbows, but still gray skies
let make the path on window panes
let live a trace, but leave no face
on silent deaths becoming clear
of the dark paths made from tears
feel the cold embrace of this cage
of the thousand cries unheard
and a hundred wounds still fresh
with every path on window panes
that lead to the cold hard ground,
with a crash that leads to a loss
but gives life to dear earth
we are dancers of a feast of stories
of life and death and our momentary clouds
like the paths we made that meets the ground
after the rain has passed
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
like raindrops when the storm passed
with no rainbows, but still gray skies
let make the path on window panes
let live a trace, but leave no face
on silent deaths becoming clear
of the dark paths made from tears
feel the cold embrace of this cage
of the thousand cries unheard
and a hundred wounds still fresh
with every path on window panes
that lead to the cold hard ground,
with a crash that leads to a loss
but gives life to dear earth
we are dancers of a feast of stories
of life and death and our momentary clouds
like the paths we made that meets the ground
after the rain has passed
For all who loves the rain, and the freedom that it brings to a burdened soul
