Eyes meet with exchanged smiles from across a room
Laughter at the same jokes and nightime walks; who knows what may loom?
The meeting we both attend is a mutually interesting theme
Someone who likes it AND is realistic?  This cannot be what it seems.

Once weekly at college we hold each other’s gaze
Meeting for awful campus dinners to vent about our days
From my hometown, although years separate our leaving
This is too good to be true, of course I must be dreaming

I keep talking myself down; she already dates someone good
Although that doesn’t stop me as much as it should
But just as I’m willing to put up with that fight
She tells me she rejected someone the previous night

While thankful for my silence and no resulting pain
I can’t help but wonder why this has happened again
Why do people seek in me their emotions to confide
Without at all thinking I may want to be by their side?

Years go by and we remain friends, though truly only in name
Her interest in that topic has deepened; and things just can’t be the same
Contact dwindles down to a yearly fundraising letter
Finally I toss it aside, I deserve better.

A recent interview in the paper brings her to mind once more
Only this time I feel nothing down deep in my core
With her eyes “opened” and trust from Above
I see that she has now found a groom to love

I’m happy for them and their worthwhile cause
Hopefully they will help others put life’s challenges on pause
But when all is set and done at the end of the day
I have the people I want around me every step of the way.

Long after dark
In a sky full of grey
Lightning's quick mark
Turns night into day

Introduction



During the thirteenth reign of king Josiah, the spirit of Yahweh came upon Johnson the scribe,

Then suddenly at once, he penned down what's now known as: The chambers of pleasure from the priestly tribe.

One day however, the detestable pagan Philistines, burned up the much adored work of art,

And when the entire community of Israel found out, they all mourned with a heavy heart.

But with the guidance of the ever beautiful and compassionate archangel, Victoria,

I, Tamar, discovered a secret copy between the border of Judah and Samaria.

Twelve elegantly worded songs in all, were composed onto a scroll by the man of God, Most High,

They will stand the test of time, for they were inspired by  Yahweh, who'll never let his servant's words die!


Song 1:
The Man

Darling, darling, cutie pie,

You're the apple of my eye.

Never will I leave your side,

Love you always til I die.


Song 2:
The Man

Anytime I gaze up at the sky,

My thoughts immediately race to you, my dearest wife.

Without you I would break down and cry,

For you're the one good thing that ever happened in my life.


Song 3:
The Woman

Kiss me with a thousands kisses, sweet hubby,

My rosy cheeks are in need of your warm soft lips.

Altogether faithful, pure and lovely,

One in a great sea of billions, my perfect Prince.


Song 4:
The Woman

Life without you my dear husband, would be very painful,

For you honestly are the closest thing to an angel.

The sheer thought of losing you would surely tear me apart,

So don't ever leave me alone in this vile world, sweetheart.


Song 5:
The Man

Doubt at one time managed to convince me  I would forever be lonely,

But then one day, you came into my life and now you're my one and only.


Song 6:
The Man and The Woman

Precious wife, this body of mine belongs only to you,

Your love is my antidote anytime I'm feeling blue.

Sweet husband, my body is yours to do as you see fit,

To you alone my love, do I wholeheartedly submit.


Song 7:
The Woman

Once I was in love its true,

But my heart got torn in two,

So I vowed never to love again, no matter what.

But my broken heart you fixed,

When we fell in love and kissed,

And thus I thought it best to give love a second shot.


Song 8:
The Woman

Forever will I treasure the day you proposed to me,

Deep within my heart I always knew we were meant to be.


Song 9:
The Man

My heart often skips a beat whenever I am with you,

You are the centre of my universe and my wish come true.


Song 10:
The Man

Oh Yahweh Most High who rules from above,

Please let me grow old with my one true love.

No one but my wife makes me feel so free,

Only she fills my heart with utter glee.


Song 11:
The Woman

All my life, not a single living soul gave me the time of day,

But you appeared and with your love, melted my broken heart away.


Song 12:
The Woman and The Man

The Woman:

Oh darling husband!

When im old and weary and my beauty is no more, will you still love me? will you still care?

Oh my precious wife!

In this life and the next will you forever be mine. Never will I forsake you, I swear.

The Man:

Oh apple of my eye!

Whenever times are rough and money is tight will your love for me grow cold?

Oh love of my life!

Forever will I be by your side. My love for you will never wax old!

The Woman:

My rock and soul mate!

Just as the golden sun brightens the whole world with her warm presence,

So too do you brighten my broken spirit with your warm essence.

The Man:

My one true love!

You are as beautiful as the early morning sunrise,

And as pleasing to the eye as the nightime fireflies.

The Woman:

My world!

Even if you were to forsake me, my burning love for you would always remain alight,

The Man:

My beloved!

And even if you were to forsake your vows, my love for you would continue to burn bright!

End

There's a man standing down behind the tree, maybe that's a face, maybe that's a leaf. I'm terrified of the dark.

these sleepless nights seem like an endless fight
its now at leastly bi-weekly
wonder what i'm not quite doing right
its always a little freaky when
morning light creeps up beneath me
all day long, i've been feeling pretty sleepy
but now that i'm in bed, dreams just don't wanna reach me
maybe for the life i've led, life just wants to teach me
spend more time alone in my head, cause life ain't easy
looking to my past, start feeling a little queasy
took a bottle full of pills made to make me sleepy
blacked out, acted like a zombie for a week see
the time i can't remember never seems to leave me
four am on the clock like its just trying to tease me
but life will move on, thats all i need to ease me
cause no matter what the time, its never gonna leave me

Beneath the star spangled night we lay
Upon a blanket of lust
Hearts racing minds churning
Eager to undress one another

The moon beams dance around
Our silhouettes black and excited
Cast on the ground
Aching ***** for each one

The nightime breeze blows animal scent
Hearts banging now as the end
Becomes more clearer in our naked state
To taste each precious drop
As we fornicate

And as the moon shines upon
These naked two
It smiles down for it sees
Lust like this grow on every breeze

Pine tree horizon,
stretched to the point of rupture
over the divine cardinal points around
A round world
which's center is me.

Roads I'll maybe walk,
most of which I won't
but the voyage goes on anyway
as long as I have feet.

Nothing this generation gets:
I chased this out of a bad bet,
and found heaven in a net.
We ate the scenery that day
let it drip onto our ***** sleeves
drying in the cold night
the stars,
God they were bright.
It makes me feel alone here in suburbia,
where the buffalo don't roam,
it's impossible to feel so small and so free,
so careless, in this city,
For there is more to Electricity
there's more to useless junk,
there's boy Scouts going
on a real adventure,
their adventure out of their hell
tha smelly parisian cage of pipes,
tubes, teachers and tests.

They get to breave here in Eden,
they see they're missing out,
they cheer the sun all morning,
till the nightime dries him out.
They get to hug the moon,
to face the secret truths under a piece of cloth,
a brown sky tent from which they
feel like they get it:
Men were apes and
they still are
they cannot live inside a jar
and when we breave that honeyed
air, when the smelly brezze rushes through
our clotted hair
we finally get to peek over the mountain,
and love it with
all we got.

I navigated my
way along the
narrow path
ways  that had been
forever inbedded
by the
footsteps of the
young who've
cut
their path
throughout their
years,venturing as I
once did throughout
these ruins.
The narrow trails
from brave riders
who pedal their way
through the past
and in between all that
has been ruined
snaked all around
and in between
this broken
part of the
city.

I approached the
edge of the world with
caution even though
I feared not death.
I listened to the sound
of the Grand Pacifics anger
as it pounded away
at the end of the earth
a deaths
flight  below me.
Visions of the past
when I was that
braver soul
than I am now
crept up on me.
I took them in
then
put them away
in that dark
corner of my
mind where the
good times
are kept.
I laughed it
all off
and continued on.

I made my way
past the remnants
of all that was
once here before
the sea decided to
take it away.
The only signs left
now are just pieces
of crumbling
asphalt and
graffiti covered
ruins.
These cliffs and
these remnants
of a long ago
sunken part of
this city served
as the untamed
and mostly
unsupervised
playground of
my youth.
I played hard
as that young
adventurous
boy who
I miss so much.
Drank even
harder as a
stubborn  young
and unsure
man along these
cliffs.

I stopped and
took in the
tainted
air.
The smell of the fuel and the city
for now wiped away by
the rolling winds
coming in from the west.
The night was alive
with smaller forms of life,
crickets,barking dogs,
spatting feral cats and
the moans of a beaten man
seeking shelter in a hole
beneath a
broken slab of asphalt.
  The sage bush filled
the nightime air
with blessings.
The salt from
the sea almost
tickled
the nose.

Somewhere
in the
distance a ship
sounded its horn.
Sea lions
barked
in time with the
uneven ringing of
the ancient bell
on the ancient
Red buoy
as it rose and chimed
along with  
the swells
somewhere
in that sea
of darkness.

I left the broken
ruins behind
and made
my way toward
the Park
that had been
brilliantly positioned
along the
rim of
the world.
The memories
of happy times
struggled with
my sadness.
The images of better
times demanded
to be remembered.

I started across the
tear soaked grass
as I walked beneath
beautiful ancient Eucalyptus
and Sycamore trees.
Pine trees that
stood slumped over
like the ancient old
men they were.
I stopped half way
to the middle
as a one eyed calico feral
crossed my path .

I've foraged many
a happy memory
with old
forgotten friends
and long departed
lovers within this park.
Drank when the drinking
was done for fun,
and laughed that
care free laugh
I'll never hear again.
Fought a good mans
fight when the
odds were all
against me.
Evened  it out with
a tool made for killing.
Just one more memory
I now live with.

Now after so
many years
and so much
of what this
life has thrown
before me.
I now come
here only
at night,
alone.
When its only me
the feral cats
and the
thieving raccoon's.
Often times,
I'm comforted
by the
old worn
coat I refuse
to replace,
a cheap bottle
dressed in a brown
paper bag and
a mind still alive
with visions
of other times
than these.

I forget
those horrors
that still force
me out into
the night.
And take a lonely
pull
beneath the
Moons silent
glow.
I toast the night
and those
who dwell
within it.
I worked on the
bottle
while staring
into the
darkness at
nothing.

A smile breaks
free across my
tired face as I
 look to the moon
and realize.
This same sacred
Moon light
that shines upon me
is the same
distant glow
that I know
shines somewhere
upon her.

We all have our own monsters
whose daytime face is calm.
Who’s so serene,
as if a dream,
reality’s glare; stark.

We learn to live beside them.
Raise no undue alarm.
Work as a team,
within the scheme
of boundaries left unmarked.

In the compromise, our loss
unnoticed in the park.
But know the thing
that waits for you
Sits grinning in the dark.

Its yellow eyes gleam madness.
Its teeth are long and sharp.
It is a slice –
your own device –
come calling you to hark.

And when the long day’s over
You stumble through your door
It wants you as
***** donor
to silence its deep roar.

So keep on compromising.
Pat it upon its head.
Be safe by day –
beware at night
Until it goes away

Don’t hold your breath, awaiting
release of terror’s spark.
Just know the thing
that waits for you
Sits grinning in the dark.

Lin Cava©

3:39 in the a.m.
                   bats call,
cat yowls,
          dogs bark,
                                 partner,
                     snorts,
            snores,
                 ...  . farts......
grandma shuffles to toilet.... .... flushes.
             baby whimpers......
..... or was that me,
         a glass of warm milk to.......................helpmesleep
a dribble.... of scotch to help        .....me sleep
                         a mix of both to help me cope
              no just breath
partner,
             snorts
                      snores
                                 farts
...............must make......
Drs appt for him.
    
  sleep
that knits the
                  ravelled sleeve?
not tonight
           for me
                I do believe.

4.19 in the a.m.
                         To thelazyboy
                 I go to doze.....
perchance ....
                   40winks more
80winks before
          dayshift specialbeautifulcrazy               ....        .....   dayshift begins..  
      DOUBLE SHOT LATTE           .                   PLEASE.               .
...already it is a long day...

on the edge of darkness.
feline grace beholds,
the little things of nightime.
scrabbling away.
the nose quivers.
pupils dilate.
questing ever questing.

tree boughs, creak and pop
then silence once again.
as the moon reveals,
the tide upon the rise.

nocturnal beings found,
bathed in silverlight.
unworldy and archiac,
in days bright colourings.

but some how, realistic,
in the nightime setting.
faded but majestic.
clothed in monochromes.
different not pathetic.
darkness is their poem.

In my dreams, I die
Those are my peaceful ones
In my nightmares, I live
And this pain drones on like a one-note song
A poor rhyme played on a one stringed guitar,  each note is like a new bar added to my cage

Even in my sleep, my pain is not erased. No window to a better place, no frame with a glass pane. No amount of  Sweet dreams can make my sleep a reality

mirror mirror, i  fooled you all
felt you, feel, before your very fall
i wrote your name with upon my skin
let you feel the blood within
and with my tears that fell awry
it wrote your name
against a white brittle sky
i wrote you of fortune, and misery alieved
my own private passion was worn upon my sleeve
i cried a thousand words from my bed
and in their ink they wrote
a story we'd wed
and it wrote how we'd founded a world untrue
it wrote how i was a knight not worthy of you
it wrote a nightime of lessons unlearned
and it wrote a passion of times untermed.
I cired from these tears
as i stabbed at my breast
these words i had wrote
so clearly across my brazen chest
under my left clavicle
under my heart
i wrote in the nightime -
'til death do us part' -
and i picked at the blood upon me
so honest and so true
and every drop
was blessed, with an ounce of you
for no matter no what
for no matter your name
i still would feel your loss
your rebuttal, your shame.
and i cried ink stained tears across my cheeks
and i wandered your loss
not in days, not in weeks.
And still as i write this with digital pen
i wonder if i am me not now, but then
my lovely, my wonder
my wonderous show
of how you showed me love so
long ago.
I sit with a pen and i wonder what to write
my ink blots are messy
and such a distaneful fright
that even i, as a woman
might seek light from the night.
I whispher sweet nothings to myself
as i cry with a teardrop so selfish, so rare,
and i mean as tho i cry, from a world, so selfish, so rare.
My nothing, my everything
my world end in sight
i long for you, play for you
each and every night.
Though i know you have left me
half starved, beaten and cold,
you have left my darling with a wiltering soul.
All i did was try to love you
that was never enough
and what might it take for you
to feel
my love?

partially hidden
fervent moonlit escapade
being navigates

As I lay here once again
And for once, on this night,
The trio are nowhere in sight

I am but left with my
Mangled thoughts of worry,
Still recovering partially

Oh do I feel what I feel?
Because for once in my life,
— Or least this night of the calmest strife,

I feel nothing but this strange
Guilt of some sort,
But why?

If the sun set everyday
So that the moon could breathe
Then their love story
Would be a tradgedy

But what if
The sun set everyday
So that the moon could shine
And everyone could see its beauty
Just as the sun did

The ticking of the clock, the tears stain her cheeks, and memories fade away

And now

She reaches into the dark, searching for the heart
That made her feel whole again

But

With exploration still raw, love fell to the floor and love spills out again

So you think that nightime will heal
And so you think that love ain't the deal
But inside you still feel
His love

And time just goes and time really knows
That the end of the line
Is just the beginning of hurt

So you think nightime will heal
And so you think that love ain't the deal
But inside you still feel
His love

There’s not about it my feelings for you are strong
I’ve always wanted to get to know you for so long
It’s really just that my feelings for you are just too intense for words
Spent the whole time getting your attention, not trying to sound beserk
Dreaming what it’s like for you to just look at me
Wanting to be reason for you smiling and laughing
Day after day thinking about what it would be like if we were friends
You’re the one who runs through my mind every single time I rest
So far all I’ve been doing is admiring you from a far
Even wish about being with you on a shooting star


I would always think I didn’t have a chance being seen with you
I don’t even know you and yet when you’re gone I still miss you
You’re as hot as the sun and you glow like the moon
Here I am hoping that I would get your attention soon
Every single day I constantly dream about us hanging out with each other
As a matter of fact I even thought about what it would be like if we were lovers
And finally my dreams come true and our paths cross
Happier than ever, feeling like now nothing can go wrong
But all of the sudden my mind starts to draw a blank
Brain has been cleared out, now I got nothing on the tank
Looking right at me with your innocent smile
But getting a word out of me is gonna take a while
What’s happening to me? I dreamt about being with her
We’re so close to each other, it feels like I’m about to kiss her
So close that I can smell the body spray she was wearing
Now all of the sudden this is starting to become overbearing
Heart ponding so intense it feels like it’s about to fall out of my chest
Why am I feeling this way? this girl was the reason why I was obsessed


Words are coming out of her mouth but none out of mine
I couldn’t say anything but to her it looked like she didn’t mind
Who put the lock on my mouth? ‘cause I can’t seem to speak
Why do I feel tension? and why is my mind starting to feel weak
Why is all the information that I had in my brain starting to leak
It’s like the whole world froze sitting right next to her
It’s just feels like my brain stopped and I didn’t knew it
I desperately wanted to say something but I couldn’t
Wanted to speak to her but I don’t know why I wouldn’t
Was I blinded by love? I just don’t know
It just felt like the world was going so slow
The glow on her face was enough to make me nervous
I don’t want her to think I was feeling this way on purpose
My breath came out short and hard almost had to gasp for air
Felt that I was making a fool out of myself but she didn’t seem to care
She was acting so nice so why do I feel this way
I tried to sit still so she would think that I was okay
I should be charishing this moment, why do I feel anxious?
Trying to keep my cool so she dosen’t lose her patientence
The more I inhaled the fruity scent of her perfume the more nervous I became

I don’t want to let out these feelings because she might think that I’m insane
My mouth feels like it’s been wired shut, I don’t know why
I wouldn’t of felt this way if I saw her face in the nightime sky
In my dreams I just pictured us laughing together
I thought being with her I would feel a whole lot better
She’s right next to me and my brain stops working
Was I intimidated by her? I just don’t know for certain
Right now I feel like I’m going through a nervous breakdown
Sitting right there next to her quiet not making a sound
Sitting there with my brain melting like butter
I can’t say any words so now all I could do is stutter

Flying on my Shadow,
Enjoying the ride,
I passed a hillside
With stones, spelling out:
Sarnia Nudist Camp
In bright white letters,
Legible from a distance.

Did the frost push them up
Through the earthly womb
To birth this message
For the reading pleasure of passers-by?

Did the camp director create
This hillside billboard?

I've heard, at nightime, the stones
Gleam under a constant moon
That radiates above a notion of chance.

Farmer John is up
It's early in the morning
A cup of Joe
Is what he needs to go

Barbershop, clean cut
The sun is bright and pearly
Some shaving cream
Will put you in a dream

A cup of warm milk
On winter's eve
Is all you need

Warm bed,
Its snug,
It's warm, it's wet, you peed

"How embarrassing!"
The sheets rolled up and dripping down the stairs

Bad parenting?
I don't think mom or dad will really care.

even tho the fire was never really lit truly human,
their tousled hair and sad eyed lowland blues owning the fullness of natural emptiness ain’t no crime, like a double negative,
to which no one no cares no objects when spoken

those bad boysenberries radiate a flirty tarty aure, venus fly traps
for those needy to do a saving, the sweets of the the three poems
memorized for wooing, oft another’s undoing, the top button
releasing a burning bush of chest heat
being misleading the  reddening cheeks

was a bad boy once of ill repute, daddies and mommies warning
their innocents of my word of mouth reputation, making me 100%
irresistible, so all forgot when climbing into my two-seater to go
moon gazing swooning,  learning the moves practiced in nightime

bad boys still need saving sooner but usually later, cause
moon gazing is still a thrill for his new audience of grand children,
proof that some of them boys are hiding well enough stuff
beneath their veneer

be the miner of a thousand years, teach these child boys well,
crack them open, let the empty escape and light rays spill in
**** if some of those bad boys grow up
now, just to be  bad poets laughing
at the foolishness of the early days of
discontented shortsightedness incontinence of a soul fumbling

bless nighttime's slinking shadows
i look to you when i feel alone
you scare me and you keep me up
but at least you make me feel at home

you plagued me when i was thirteen
a schizophrenic possibility
puncture wounds and pale incisions
once a week at therapy

don't leave me now, can't you see
the way i wear you like eyeshadow
i've donned the bruises you leave on me
with pride and trembling fingers

five am in july brings yellow cloud
pale blue morning skies
i lie here on my dented ribs
with nightime's shadows under my eyes

And I may upset you
You writer
When I say
The words you spill upon a page
Awaken nothing in me
Nothing I haven't known before
Nothing at all
That I couldn't say
In a manner of the moon hanging above a nightime bay
As the ships roll in
And then roll away

I may upset you
You rider
When I say
Your horses lack the power
To carry me away
To a place I haven't been before
No place to find
Cornered in the eddies of my mind
And as unreachable by amateur hands
As the farthest star I can only dream

I may upset you
Fellow poet
Because my prose is cosmos speaking through me
And you know it as you fear it
As some indescribable tongue
Making sounds
You never even knew existed
And even after hearing
You can't imagine

I may upset you
But I know its only because
You lack the ability
To see beauty and embrace it
As something to learn from

I want to make you mine
To write to you in rhyme
Make love to you in the nightime
Rose, my wonderful Rose

Your skin so soft to my touch
Your hair a chestnut brown
Upon canvas of porcelain skin
I shall lay a kiss

How you drive my passion
I need to hold you in my words
To have the feeling that you belong
To me

My closed eyes see you now
The Rose of my dreams
Perfect in all gods ways
And sultry it would seem

My Rose these words are for your heart
To hold close and feel me inside you
I cannot escape this dream no more
Please don't wake this fool

Standing on the paraapet's wall pullling
At the sky

Arms stretched to the limit .reaching in vain
The keeper seems to pray for rain but the fervent prayer
He envokes. Pulling down the stars and soon to come

Skyfall.
                              Nightime comes on velvet wings
Summoning the other things.
That haunt our dreams
They shun the suns carress.

Deep within the castle's keep
Things that do not sleep huddle and moan
Hell's
'torment.
Gnawing at their *****.

They and all clasp.fleshless palms tight
And lament through each night
To pull the chains begin the rain
Bring about

Skyfall.

Battlements worn and washed in crimson
Centuries old spirits now scream out
From wordless mouth.
Desires unheard..no words can bring about

Skyfall.

From steeple to walk-walk
To rancid mote.
To ironed gape.
To dungeon deep.
Where death was sleep.

North and south within the keep.
Spirits weep.
They cry out for
S
     K
          Y
                F
                     A
                          L
                               L

Night is the time that i pour my tears into pencil-written words to fill the desperate emptiness in me that you fail to .

Crisp the evening lies,
with the songs of flight long fallen,
and around the masses hushed,
to the bell which has stopped a-callin'.

Darkness breathes the ice,
as crescent silver lights stone,
vagabond in vain searching hope,
nightime cries red alone.

Shards cold of glass crash,
to doorstep but no bed,
figure hunched like tired oak,
lay he there already dead ?

Soon black will yield to morn,
the grass fresh will shine with dew,
yet the oak still moves not,
but it's better him than you ?

Before that Final day
dictates the Sounds & Furies
as All as eye
for you by you
the minutia dress of un-success
dross and bullets
butterfly wings beautiful
garbage
gots to sho-fo...

Before the infinite space eyes
scrutinize
on that final day
beyond spatial searching
for good graces
like light being recognized
love on all faces

on that last day having failed
our Mother's womb
this fine fine fortress of a home
evergreen--sea--sky--blue
if Absolute were upon us
curtains and swan songs
for Georges and Gorgeous dreams
this beautiful jetsam
garbage heap
from Rosetta ashes
with form from crushed cosmic soups

a stone
spinning kaleidoscope
at most, spheres
with tearful fears
bewilderment cheers
heavenly lungs vying
all of us here impatiently dying
everyday with the sun

Wait for the Father's love
to once again save us
before the infinite
upheaval...

Upon piles and piles of off-putting
garbage heaps
a child is picking up things
anything of value
something of sustenance
lessons of happenstance

And Low! It is not good...
All are our children - being denied food & mirth
But what is a song to a diminished bird?
no cage more cruel than loss of life's worth
the tossed away

little tiny
shavings from the noble
mettle from Excalibur's dross
diamonds glittering nightime gowns
picking up trash in prestine dresses?
babies precious lumps of coal
with little value
but our future blessed...

In the heart's sacred berths
Love upholds
Life more than gold...

Because... Day oh!         Mi za Day - oh!
Daylight has come..."

(Home = Priceless)

Moonlight fills the blackened sky
all the space in my head is occupied
wonder, worry, pain and sorrow.
All things that will change tomorrow
Linger in with heavy presence
As the stars are accented with a crescent.
The night brings hours, seconds, time,
thoughts of dull and thoughts of shine.
Between day and night is a fine line.
A line that thickens as the day winds
And darkness shadows all our views,
makes us see in a deeper hue
Sleep is only a fraction
Of ones, nightime reaction.

and again it rains
this time
a slow misting drizzle
soft to the ear

it has been raining
for days now
tempestous storms
full of sound and fury

steady rain,
with rhythmic monotony

hopeful sunshowers
with optimistic rainbows

nightime gushers
overflowing the gutters

now this today
this grey day drizzle
falling into puddles
washing an already
washed  world