Talk is words, nothingness pushed forth, ears hear sound, but words not profound. A rain so dull, no growth it brings from what you are saying as I sit and start praying. Joy I could feel, if all remained quiet, but droning of sound continued as underground. A hand pushed up, your words to stop, and silence ensued as your words ran askew.
Mist arises from a grave unknown here, tickling my mind so curiously, then winds of thought spread far yet hovers near, covering beauteous scents tapping me. The sun lifts high and pulls the mist away, and now grass sparkles on the brink of day, flowers spotted diamonds of morn’s soft dew are natures way of mixing its perfume. A tiny cold nips at the finger tips, while the sun prickles with warming tickles, and the ocean of skies set forth the dyes of bluish color hues as if on cue. But alas a cloud of gray comes rushing with storm winds pelting and rains a gushing.
I sit and look up to the sky, With heart felt tears within my eyes, The clouds they float and pass away, But will this hurt I have caused today? The leaves they whither and fall to the ground, Like my heart when this sadness mounds. This rain and thunder I wish I could erase, And wipe the pain from you sweet face. But I can’t change what I have done, Like the blowing wind the past is gone. I can only offer this with every part, And say I am sorry with all my heart.