the rain falls
pitter patter
on the tin roof
let them fall
the sound reminds me
of distant memories
the rain falls
pitter patter
on the tin roof
let them fall
the sound reminds me
of distant memories
spirit remain here
heaven can wait
time will tell
bereft of hate
memories fade
but the past remains
the present moment
is the futures reckoning
on a foggy day
when you look out towards the mountains
see the past remains
up here hidden in the clouds
Immortals reside
As we improve our status
the people around us change
in the harsh light of day
as the sea reflects
its thoughts lay upon us
each breaking wave
onto the shore
speaks of longing
of finding moments to share
when we have lost someone
but not forgotten them
may their memories never fade
I welcome the rain
for when it arrives
life is renewed
as if on a spring morning
one chooses life
the crescent moon
adorning the skyline
sometimes our feelings
turn into doubts
but they are just fleeting
through mirrors
the reflections of the dawn
waiting for the sunlight
What does it mean to exist
when all we have left
is the belief
that what we leave behind
shall be recorded
in the library of mankind