Everything but bold

Gibberish

The cloud is dark,
Dark as the wine I drain,
O gentle rain, soothe me to sleep,
Noisy raindrops, sing me a lullaby.

Home, my care-less home,
Where is your warmth?
Where is the spirit that once touched this heart lightly?

Cold, I coil and recoil,
I shiver, the rain just got heavier,
I wonder who sent the skies weeping,
Heaven, must have lost another angel.

Nay, not anymore!
Soothe me not to sleep,
Neither to slumber nor doze,
Neither to love nor to lust.

The reflections of a weary mind
That wavers thin
Along the same vague lines
That savoured pain and pleasure.

In my incomplete thoughts,
I fear death, not that I care,
But these comforting memories,
Running wild and wrestling violently,
And the joy from the little, little more-
O my pen is drunk with ink again!