As It Still Rains

  As it rained I begged the unknown to take my soul and show all that there is to know.  Wondrous sights and sounds I beheld.  The oceans swelling compelling me onward.  I followed with a soft approach, reaching heights I never expected. Imagination limitless but boundaries I experienced left me bleeding on wing falling from forbidden skies traveling mazes of iron.  To embrace light again is but a hopeless dream that exists only to torment my restless mind.  Wind dried river beds flaming red, barren and wasted I lie among the ash that the rain never washes clean.  No more greens or blues only gray ash is all I feel.  The music breathes in rhythm with the tireless wind.  Ruined visions of color and light while I alone fall as it still rains.