The sky is like slate, down falls the rain
Wetting the world with cool breaths of fall
The trees of rich color, leaves all in flame
Setting the contrast in the shades that I saw
The color more resplendent when set against gray
The beauty much more vibrant to me
It's true of the season, and more I would say
It's true of your features I see
Your white skin so bright, so pure, and so soft
Sets the colors of your body apart
Topaz eyes, pink ribbon lips, dark hair set aloft
You're splendid, a true work of art
All these delights, are for many to view
While jewels of your soul, are between me and you

Men look to the stars to be awed
By the vastness and beauty of space
Through the darkness, and void, and icy cold
They watch the planets race


The light of explosions, and birth of stars
The swirl of cosmos inspires
The never ending infinite decor
Through the endless light-filled fires


Yet I have been lost in a place more deep
Than the host of these can know
A world of light and shadows dark
Full of wonder, wisdom, and woe


It is in this place that I wish to stay
For my heart and my soul realize
That a world of treasure, and sorrow, and life
It is found when I gaze in your eyes

Missing you is a wonderfully awful feeling
So deep that words fail to shed any light
It cuts, and bites, and sends me reeling
And I am lost, turning left and right

But there is a beauty in such deep devotion
A tenderness that many have not known
There is such love found in this emotion
The memories of you are around me strewn

And this is the light in my darkness

Far away is strange
Relative yet relevant
Even so, nearness

My love is like the brilliant sea
Glittering, bright, and wild
Her waves they call come take of me
Her eyes, her hair, her smile

And when upon her waters I go
I feel my heart might burst
Though in her ocean forever I’ll row
For her love I’ll always thirst

Sweet
Supple
Elegant
Light of the stars
Your radiant glow
Is quite opalescent
Glorious shine sets ablaze
Heart and soul in a dizzy haze
Fine as porcelain your soft white skin
A masterpiece like a pearl prized by men

Rainy days are full of clouds and many say they’re sad
I think rainy days are special, in fact, they make me glad
Maybe it’s the sound of rain, the pitter, pat-pat-pat
Maybe it’s the cooler tones that make me feel like that
It doesn’t seem to matter if it’s a sprinkle or a pour
All I know is when it stops, it leaves me wanting more
So bring me rain in the early morn, let me wake to it’s glorious sound
Bring me rain on tin rooftops, let it rush down the spouts to the ground
Wet the leaves of the forest and the blades of the meadow, make the ground soft for the flower
Wet the roads that I travel, fill the sidewalks with puddles, every moment an umbrella hour
Now I know there are things we can’t do outside when it’s all a big muddy mess
But what can I say, the clouds make me joyful
Rainy days are the best!