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.