I am the rains of sorrow
Whose wings of song are apart
On the edge of dreams
The rush of a beating heart
The gift of the World's End
Where are the gates of wonder?
I am waiting for sunset
Hanging on clouds of thunder
I am glad for the time
From tomorrow comes my sheep
Which gates of dreams I enter
In din and rains I sleep
The time of the World's End
Hang gifts of sunset things
Change wonders apart
Glad for sorrowful wings
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
I am the rains of sorrow
Whose wings of song are apart
On the edge of dreams
The rush of a beating heart
The gift of the World's End
Where are the gates of wonder?
I am waiting for sunset
Hanging on clouds of thunder
I am glad for the time
From tomorrow comes my sheep
Which gates of dreams I enter
In din and rains I sleep
The time of the World's End
Hang gifts of sunset things
Change wonders apart
Glad for sorrowful wings
Another from the dredge that was my writing days 8 years ago. This one was made in a poetry class. The challenge? We were given a set of words to work with and we could only add prepositions and articles. This is what came of that.
