Rain
Hear the music from a gentle rain
As it taps upon the windowpane
Listen to the soothing beat
That gives recourse to days defeat
The bird that whispers just to you
While it sings the world a sweet adieu
Telling of a secret place
Where birds can die without a trace
The darkness at the edge of light
Terror in a moonless night
Buried deep within the days
The ashes left from life's cliches
Tales of romance, risk, and wonder
Memories made from chance and blunder
Living through life's raucous raves
While dead dreams lie in open graves
Written Dec. 16, 2016
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016
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