The rain, the rain, it calls to me
The gray dawn breaking now or
Is it twilight I behold
No more, as darkness came to pass
Out of the world in the dawn
The rain was constant, ebbing tide
As light and shadow danced upon the glass
As pale-light glitters through the water there
The piano sings to only empty air
And I
Feel tempo slowing with the beat of time
Music seeping into heart-sad tone of
bygone sign on gray
And so continues gray-sky love of mine
And in the rain begins to weep
As I begin to pray
The rain, the rain, the rain
And I
- Author: Reivax Camlost ( Offline)
- Published: April 12th, 2016 13:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Have you ever had a gray day? Was it raining? Listen to a Piano Nocturne.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 28
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