Friday, August 22, 2014



Suns fire and rain,
Falling again,
Passing over the simplest of things.
Blessed peace,
Scornful reach,
Sentenced to never end.
Painful bliss,
Over what I missed,
Most of which is you.
Like the rain,
Falling again,
I fall into myself dreaming.
Fire in the sky,
Not understanding why,
Faltering in the wind.
Deadly screech,
Beyond my reach,
I feel I have lost again.
Blessed by your presence,
I feel the resistance,
Under my skin.
Run away,
As quick as you came.

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