In the dark early hours
The thunder began
Then down came the showers
And through it I ran
On into the night
Through rainfall and gale
And beneath the wan light
Of the watching moon pale
A thousand tiny feet
Pattering on the stones
A thousand gentle hands
Saying I'm not alone
A deep booming voice
A beacon of stars
They offer a choice
To watch from afar
For the clouds come and go
First white and then gray
Rain, hail, and snow
Then sailed far away
To the end of the earth
And where thence we cannot see
But return to the hearth
And know only that we
Are just like the raindrops
We start in the sky
And their time falling down
Is the span of our lives
And as they are falling
The more we mature
The ground grows appalling
For we know before
Our time there were raindrops
And eventually all
Will reach ground or housetop
For down we all fall
We see others reach the end
And our time grows near
So we prepare and pretend
We don't have a fear
As suddenly as the rain
We'll meet our end on the earth
And either we fall down the drain
Or rise up in rebirth
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Lucid Dreams
PoesíaA grove of poems and dreams for the weary reader. A place for solace and solitude. Updates come every Saturday. For my teacher, Miss Z., who always believed in me.
