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Rain drizzles down the window settling a sleepy dreariness 
I stare up letting them kiss my cheeks on their way to there
next life 
slowly spinning think thinking of you and a summer kiss 
with a faithless eulogy to pass those lips 
laying down I left it soak me up becoming rain itself 
I’m flowing off to some place else unsettled 
searching for my resting place 
now I’m speeding off to some place else picked up by the
wind
yet I’m pining for something else
 where are my green pasture? 
I’ve seen it all as burned to ash its barren desolate and
destroying… 
Their all enjoying it soaking up the death as it was
something sweet
 broken away dragging my hand down the window
 I know this was only a dream but its haunting me 
and I cant let go of these images in my mind flashing static
in my eyes 
everything is changing though its all the same 
it seemed all in vain 
and I have no way to mend 
head bent down in shame 
its been another evening I’ve spent pleasing some one
else’s love 
I watch the rain as it plays all my stories
 I’m drifting of to someplace else flowing away to some
new spring 
searching for that ever lasting flower 
I’m not seeking youth 
I’m only wanting rest 
as my fingers trace this stream telling me everything that
has ever been…
Posted: 2006-07-26 03:47:05 UTC

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2006-07-26 04:30:45lost the lonely dead
i dont really remember what i thought of this one but ill read it again and let you know

2006-12-15 20:14:21Faith
Your titles are always so interesting, they are usually what attracts me to a poem. Also i really like your use of words...