Purple Dream - Home for all Readers and Writers!
Latest
  Search  
  Random  


PURPLE DREAM
All Readers and Writers!
Updated: 06/15/08
 
Prev  
02/14/06
Next  
 

The Crying Rain
Colette M. Friedman

You feel it again and it hurts
It stands before you
Blocking your way
Can you trust your feelings?
Or your judgments today?
Take a deep breath
Hold the moments far away
Close your eyes now
Listen to the rain
Pounding the ground
Down your windowpane

And I cry...
I fall into the abyss
I feel the swallowing
Like bees swarming, encircling my wrists
I succumb to the powerlessness
I console but take no blame
Somehow my soul has evaporated into the mist
I am watching me
I am floating, so far away
Away from the darkness of my wake
I ask for salvation for my hurting, burning, sake

And I pray...
If I could be close to my mind
If I could reach out and touch me
For my true sight is now foggy and blind
If I could forgive those...
Whose hurt has unrelenting pain
If I could be kind to the child...
Whose memory will never be the same
If I could be my own angel...
In the darkness of another fearful night
I know my tears would surely wake the heavens
With their own dark reverie and fight

And I now listen...
Listen for a sign
Or maybe a place to escape
A road I could follow
In the footsteps of the crying rain
For this heartbeat cannot beat the pain
Coming down now...
Past my footsteps, down my windowpane

And I look out and away
My eyes closed tight
And I see a garden...
An Eden where breathless beauty and light flow
A special place encapsulated for those who know
Where crystalline winters dot the landscapes in a powdery white snow
A place to go when the fire burns, but, burns a bit too slow

And I see...
A great sea of velvet, embracing all within deep indigo waves
Sounds splashing the seascape in a foamy white blaze
This is where I will stand...
When my life falls beyond boundaries…in those dark, in-between days

And I now see...
My life is in the eyes, the eyes of the beholder
Grasping what meaning it can, as I grow older

And I understand...
While time takes us for every pedal a rose could peel
Cementing every thorn a scar would reveal
Past every voice a child can't find
A listener is born with a similar mind

And I am listening...
I will be close besides you
When you need to stay
I will be there to find you
When you've lost your way
I will reach out and guide you
When you've gone astray
I will reach out and touch you
When all else, seems far away
I will forgo old behaviors
In order to teach you a new way
I will be the voice that speaks out for you
When you have no words to say

You see I can only care...
Care about you in my own private way
As I move through my own darkness
You become a beam of hope boasting a new day


Cast a favorite vote for this
article and view vote results.
 

Suggest this article to our
readers on suggestion page.
 

Post a comment about this
article at our Forum.

 
   Prev  
Top of Page
   Next  
 




Publications







Residents



Join Us



Chat



Entertainment


Contact



 
Copyright © 2002-08 PurpleDream.com. All trademark, copyrights and contents are property of their legal owner. All rights reserved.