As if the weather dictates my emotions I feel sorrow the same way.
As if my life is captured in a raindrop
caught with the wind I too drift away.
I too am cold to the touch and can be unpredictable.
Unstable
and as flowing as maple syrup fresh from the trees.
Frozen fingers clinch broken glass as I try to mirror my past
beyond the crystals that are imprisoned behind this defeated soul. Nothing more peaceful than the rain
because I can imagine things changed,
can imagine my life being a positive thing.
Too bad along with the rain my thoughts will dry up
as the sun shows up and the heat rises.
Look into the horizon
so you can see the beauty I see when the rain dries up
and once again I’m no longer a dream.