Dreaming rain

Soaked up in the faces I see before me,

sorrow painting love with poisonous regret.

Water consumes my soul as whispers in the rain,

calling back into light the darkness I became.

No silence left to hear in my heart broken and cold,

caused by fear my world has fallen away from me.

Walking alone chasing shadows of what I was,

old oak tree perished within my dreams.

Feeling more alive while sleeping my pain away,

retribution recoiled by who I cannot see.

Laying face down in my home of light denied,

only then is blindness truly felt in my heart.

Glistened by sweat my body comes to be this,

on my knees in fate my life is ripped apart.

No sounds making the music I cherished long before,

back when time was nothing but a clock on the wall.

I see visions and make dreams what I desire,

yet in my solitude I am faced by only my reflection.

Nobody can seem to hear me crying tonight,

so I weep these tears on the rain blessed in your sky.









Johnny Newell