Moving from the Shadows

Moving from shadows,
A silky shine of the rain,
I've found comfort in becoming,
What I've always feared,

I won't rescue my sanity,
It's a world away from me,
The stones in the gardens,
Speak truth in form of dreams.

Moving from the shadows,
A silky shine of rain,
What found comfort in becoming,
Lost with what we couldn't see.

So I've spoken my mind,
I've spoken the color red in blue,
I've shaken off the anger,
And the hanging hues,
I've spoken to God,
But never had a reply,
The question is the rain,
But my answer is always "Dry". 

The End

8 comments about this poem Feed