the rain falls
pitter patter
on the tin roof
let them fall
the sound reminds me
of distant memories
Tag: communicate
The waiting darkness
Slowly being left behind
eroded in the sand
forgotten by time
like the fading Sun
the day has come
to leave these regrets
to the waiting darkness
Golden
in streams I swim
through dreams I communicate
adorned am I
by golden idols
breath deeply
and you can feel it
a difference of sound
The Golden Tears 