It Shouldn't Make Sense

Rain falls from the sun…

Leaves turn in July…

Flakes of snow on hot day flutter by…

I believe they all did…

For what is wrong, seems to be my friend…

The year seems to be a fog of misty tears…

You left in January as I slept, or did I dream I was?

I was alone, a heart in little bits, with a lost ability to connect them into 1…

The harder I loved you…The less sense I had…

It did rain on a sunny day…or was it my tears falling to the ground as I my head hung low…

When I stop crying, the vison I had through the filter of love, is now all gray and black.

Your sense does come back.

Time is relevant once again.

Thoughts become consumed of what once was…

For in the rapture of love so pure…

The world is one you now never knew…

And how fortunate we are to know what few ever will…

As we fall through the void where our soul fades into love…

And everything we know to be true, seems to fade and what is wrong is now new…

And that’s ok…

Its love and nothing there should ever make sense…

I miss that bewilderment with no defense…it did not matter…

For that love was you.