The constant drumming of rain today...
sounds liike an old friend's voice
We're singing our best song
And Someone is looking on...
Someone with a troubled mind...
Someone with a little love,
Someone with red eyes, a curious and avid starer...
As my rain sings about the skies,
As of old, holding hands with dear wind.
The mad, lightheaded creature speaking of the glorious heights...
Swinging into the fields of light,
where i see you walking away,
longing for company, longing for nature
To redeem itself in your eyes...
So, i visit those fields, the skies,
the swings, in my dreams...
And still someone is looking on
or is it just my reflection...
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