The Poet’s Melody

When the rain taps on my windows
I gaze out to find myself;
Just to lose myself when the wind blows
So I may look out another day.

Yet you hold me and we begin to dance
Our footsteps in rhythm with the rain,
And yet again I am teased by this chance
To remember who I once was.

My thoughts travel to lands never seen
Yet I know you are with them,
I watch you swim through fields of green
Trying to bring me back into your arms.

Again the drizzle always brings me back
To the window where my time is infinite,
And now I finally see my reflection and see what I lack
Just before you wrap your arms around me.

by Jonathan Kyle Vargason

Comments (1)

shallow fun isnt it?