Friday, December 2, 2011

The Rain

The visionary rests upon his heartaches
For a self-forgotten man
Has a bed of salt-kissed scars entwined
With faded, distant sands.
Waves rushing all around him
Crash with eerie charms
They toss and turn and tumble
Bewitching his rough hands.
His feet are strong, yet heavy
As they long to reach the shore
If he stumbles,
If he falters, then
What is he breathing for?
He glances skyward from his promenade
To dark clouds filled with pain
In his heart
He knows that hope and love
Will drive him through the rain.



At December 30, 2011 at 4:35 PM , Blogger White List said...

You have an amazing blog! I love how you have such a different perspective on things!!! Look forward to seeing more. Happy New Year in advance!

At January 2, 2012 at 10:07 AM , Blogger Alli said...

Thanks so much White List, I'm glad you enjoy it!! :) Happy New Year back at ya!


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