Odds and ends

A cracked world

As the rain spatters lightly,

across my bare chest,

I crack open the creaky shutters,

that cover my leaky soul.

I see far above the clouds

toying with the wind,

tossing it between their

eery, playful forms,

spreading liquid sunshine,

like hot butter,

dripping onto our childish forms.

I though, take no joy,

in the sweet rain,

as it drips through

the dead, crusty,

forgotten leaves,

from another time,

one of peace and tranquility,

but now all there is

are half scattered

scarred remnants,

of half forgotten lives,

as the cracked earth

spews forth crooked forms.

We the supposedly chosen race,

the high elven clan,

left our green and gold pastures,

our soft, red, fertile soil,

to march, to go...

to, to, to go...

somewhere,

I can't quite recall.

Half formed ideas,

float wistfully,

like woodland faerys,

dancing upon my mind.

I guess the clouds 

will continue their sport,

toying with the wind,

I hear them now,

chuckling to themselves.

Safe in the knowledge

that they can rain fine havoc

or vile peace upon us below.

I can not care,

my mind wanders,

the mud envelopes

my cracked, aching form,

into its cool embrace,

as I fall asleep.