AS NATURAL AS THE RAIN THAT FALLS
“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”
- Nelson Mandela
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JmrOXSbsOU
COMING HOME – SKYLAR GREY
Caught in the headlights
the details of the fence obscure
yet in the puddle reflections are
clearer, somehow they are much more
there is barbed wired jagged
there are trees and grasses ragged
imprinted tyre tracks in the mud
patterns ridged like browned-off pie crust
shadow play and light on crud
dust bunnies shine like diamonds and rust
as natural as the rain that falls
you walked back in; a miracle
seemed an eternity without your smile
yet now it seems but a little while
the posts that echo in the water
like chevrons pointing out the way
the spillage darkened on the tarmac
memories of another day
when you left you took the yellow
the sun was paler than the moon
the seashells and the sand were whiter
than the ghosts who walked that afternoon
whispers rose like whirling dervishes
drowning out my thoughts it seemed
I felt the distance keenly as
a thousand daggers cut through my dreams
and so of course the nights were darker
and daybreak dawned in ombred greys
as I walked a different pathway
in sombre mood from day to day
I tried to catch the falling stardust
that elusive treasure like shifting sand
like an hour glass I could not stop it
from slowly sifting through my hand
I had to try to forget the colours
the rainbows that fell after torrents of rain
what is love; it's so much more
than I can ever try to explain
but now the storm clouds suddenly lifted
the sun came out and you'll never guess
it was the brightest of all yellows
shining on me like I was blessed
and I think about infinity
I consider all possibilities
but some things we are not meant to know
or understand, but just accept the serendipity.
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Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
AS NATURAL AS THE RAIN THAT FALLS
“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”
- Nelson Mandela
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JmrOXSbsOU
COMING HOME – SKYLAR GREY
Caught in the headlights
the details of the fence obscure
yet in the puddle reflections are
clearer, somehow they are much more
there is barbed wired jagged
there are trees and grasses ragged
imprinted tyre tracks in the mud
patterns ridged like browned-off pie crust
shadow play and light on crud
dust bunnies shine like diamonds and rust
as natural as the rain that falls
you walked back in; a miracle
seemed an eternity without your smile
yet now it seems but a little while
the posts that echo in the water
like chevrons pointing out the way
the spillage darkened on the tarmac
memories of another day
when you left you took the yellow
the sun was paler than the moon
the seashells and the sand were whiter
than the ghosts who walked that afternoon
whispers rose like whirling dervishes
drowning out my thoughts it seemed
I felt the distance keenly as
a thousand daggers cut through my dreams
and so of course the nights were darker
and daybreak dawned in ombred greys
as I walked a different pathway
in sombre mood from day to day
I tried to catch the falling stardust
that elusive treasure like shifting sand
like an hour glass I could not stop it
from slowly sifting through my hand
I had to try to forget the colours
the rainbows that fell after torrents of rain
what is love; it's so much more
than I can ever try to explain
but now the storm clouds suddenly lifted
the sun came out and you'll never guess
it was the brightest of all yellows
shining on me like I was blessed
and I think about infinity
I consider all possibilities
but some things we are not meant to know
or understand, but just accept the serendipity.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission