St@nd!ng In The R@!n....
Standing in the Rain........ .awesome poem though Sad
Standing in the Rain
Standing in the rain, droplets running down my warm face,
Im drenched on this stormy night,
thunder and lightening enveloping the sky,
my hands clasping the only thing I have left, a wilted white lily,
the last evidence of a forgotten time, the bearer of choice.
She joined me within this storm, walking towards my presence,
as she continues her journey towards me,
my grip upon the scepter of allegiance weakening,
reaching me...
the once well norished flower hits the fround,
splashing into the pools of water at my feet,
laying abandoned and relinquished.
Her gentle touch of my forearm,
seeing her dripping wt clothes,
then into her green eyes,
the obvious compassion and love,
forgetting both of out problems and lives,
only we exist,
here and now,
within this perfect moment.
Would she stand here...
No matter what those around us thought,
our family, our friends,
even if the gods cursed us,
this place would not be corrupted,
so stand with me and forgot them all,
as she pulls me closer to her cold lips, I wonder whether this is the last,
the rain begining to enter as our hands are gradually pulled apart,
each step of his seems to slow down time as she turns away.
I say goodbye to her, watching as she walks into the storm,
Standing in the rain, Standing in the rain.
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