Sunday, February 23, 2014

Withered Weather

Swaying in dance the clouds never seem to clear over the times that we move
Clearly the sun has hidden it's face today for no reason that we can say
Sometimes we dance in the rain between raindrops we crave
The enjoyment of what the sky presents for tomorrow doesn't always allow
A new ecstasy that we can breathe in for the day's long and short
For the days, for the days are long and short
And the moon's coward grace – humbled during the day's grandiose existence
Finds it's way to lighten the darkest skies

Back at it