For the images
Darkened clouds pout and cry,
above the raining sky,
the stars shine so dry.
Like the nights that past,
where the comets last,
where emptiness is massed,
my thoughts are divided in two.
For the images my mind pursues,
I\'m soaking in this view,
admiring the sight I see.
From the stars floating free,
in the puddles in front of me.
The puddles reflect my eyes untrue,
showing more images to pursue.
They reverse what\'s in my sight,
turning the left into the right.
Like I am looking in a mirrors view,
having my thoughts divided in two.
Watching the rain and stars be free
with life playing out in front of me.