It’s tiny teardrops
bursting and falling to the ground; a small black cloud shivers lonely in the
sky. The wind begins to howl and the sky turns to Grey. Soon, more tiny black
clouds will be coming our way.
Drop. Drop. Drop.
Pitter. Pitter. Patter.
The music plays so
loud that it turns into a clatter. There are puddles everywhere so we must all
tread with care. Liquid in vivid motion so we must beware.
Damp musty clothing
hanging in the hall; warm toasty oven waiting for us all. Someone’s making
cocoa. Someone sweet and kind; to help relieve the dampness that’s crept into
Still outside the
teardrops fall in step with time. Slowly getting louder and seemingly unkind.
Then outside it rumbles sparks ignite the sky. Inside someone near me slowly
starts to cry.
“Hush” I say, “Dear
small one don’t worry oh so much. The teardrops they can’t hurt you. I love you
dear.” And such. Then finally the dark clouds continue on their way. Dark
foreboding big clouds who’ll come back another day. Till then my dear don’t
“Don’t worry dear” I
say. “I’ll stay with you my darling. I’ll stay with you always.”
After the shadows,
before the rain, between the heartbeats and thoughts of pain is a stillness
known to none but a few who are blessed with the ability to feel the kiss of
the old and new on their cheeks.
Music is the key to
this forgotten place. Not just any music, soul searching, mind boggling, spine
tingling rhythms won’t do. It must be a simple tune both pure and sweet. Bright
and pretty dark or deep, whichever melody it plays, it’s the simplicity, which
it conveys that keeps the key to the door in the mind of the one lost to us for
When the music plays,
a room unlocks and pours the deepest feelings in ones heart out with the hopes,
dreams and fears of love and laughter life and tears. Once accomplishing this,
the door will close, the shadows retreat and the rain starts to flow. It washes
away all traces of woe and heart beats grow stronger as time starts to go.
The stillness now
broken lets the world reappear. The mind has been opened gone are heartaches
and fear. The cycle continues again and again until finally the music proceeds
Remember, I Love you, although you forget.
Remember, I Love you when I'm off on My Own.
There are many times I think You're NOT with Me
But I know With You as a friend that really can't be.
We have different Passions;Not all of them shared.
But through it all, We've been quite the Pair.
Stop feeling bitter when it seems I'm not there.
Remember I Love You Remember I care.
Don’t throw up fences that don’t need to be there.
The sky was blue the fields were green and I was eating ice cream.
The scent of roses filled the air and I was soaring with it
I saw a woman standing on a corner all alone
So I walked over to talk to her and maybe help her home
She looked at me and smiled; a memory in her eyes she said,
“Darling child, I am home. At least as close as I will get.”
I didn’t understand her but she didn’t seem to mind
She asked me to stay with her and help to ease her mind.
“Once upon a time I was a girl.” She said
“A long, long time ago. But now I’m just an old woman.
A woman who wants to know: From where does the rainbow shine?
Where do falling stars go? But most of all where does all the time go?
Where does it go?” I didn’t understand her questions At least I didn’t then.
But now, asI sit here alone in the park and watch the children play, somewhere in the recesses of my mind I hear the answers to her questions; At least I think I do.
Colors seem to come out of your mind. Rainbows are just thoughts all in line. Falling stars, I’ve seen them on the shore then just grains of sand and nothing more. I still wonder where all the time goes. I don’t think I’ll ever know. But once upon a time I was a girl.