Immortal RainA Poem by YouoweYoupayThank you for reminding me.
Winter comes every year..
And yet it seems as if I've never had cold feet before.
I've also forgotten how one cries. So, thank you for reminding me, With such wistful eyes.
This poem I strum for you, A little bit out of tune, yes.
But I let myself fall Upon one and all, Even those who Dislike me, berate me, For such a clumsy timing.
Braced in a silver glint If you watch me in a window light I give you a hint Of why I've hidden in fright 'twas the will of God That Noah's town should drown Every soul that was living, disobeying All but those who Mounted his Arch So I warily watch For another will Hoping my visit wouldn't make you ill Or descend with a shrill Fatal Scream Like what had ended Lott's theme* The sunlight cast still Seems ever so young and unbent And the sun dims the blush behind the sill Of clouds upon hearing my compliment She has made way For a consoling dark So that I meet promises Filling all cups of hearts And youth wanders And wonders If I ever grow tired or old If I be bitter or cold Of watching the foolish And the selfish for so long.. But I drip from streams of Sincerity, pools Of white light Divine, if you might. So I be tired not. And I embrace The brittle humankind Like my own lone child So I be bitter not. I bring forth a long sigh Of calm and cleanliness Lovers pray for me To shield a secret or two And warriors come to me To ease their grudge and fatigue After an impure shower Of blood and mud I bring forth a birth Of green and laughter and puddles for young ones to play Flowers the color of snow are my old friends And the sound of a Broken violin is what I best comprehend Forgive me, love, If I ever sound Dreary or far above For I've been gifted A taste of blue yonder By a man with a bad sight, And one good arm, But I have yet to find him And quench those blood-stained moons That rise with a stench, Of sad afternoons I have still many Calls to heed Many souls to feed And tomorrows of Patience to breed For as long as you See me beautiful with glore, I can soothe the world Once more..
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Added on October 10, 2012Last Updated on October 10, 2012 AuthorYouoweYoupayAmman, ..., JordanAbout"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more.. |

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