The moon creeps into the sky
The stars dance in the twilight
And as I watched,
It changed.
The clouds hid the silver moon,
The stars gave a final bow,
And the rain began to pour.
It caressed my face
And ran its icy fingers through my hair.
I laughed,
Soaked it in,
And felt a peace.
The rain seemed to laugh along with me.
As I layed in the mud,
With the rain whispering in my ear,
I felt
Alive.
YOU ARE READING
The Poet
PoesieThis is like a window to my soul, look in, see the sights. Should it not please you, put a curtain over it, I won't mind. *send a poem if you want me to post it!*
