And in the rain,
I see his face....
Depictor of the human race.
Towards a seemingly endless sky,
I breathe a breath afore I die.
Existence bears no frame of mind,
and in my search I know I'll find,
the ransacked ruins of a plain.
That lies beneath,
the falling rain.
The mountains shy beneath my grasp.
The blood restricts my tongue,
I gasp.
With this ring, I beseech,
forever mine, beyond their reach.
An uttering of his name is heard,
the righteous taught,
but seldom learned.
So through this plastic smile, I cry.
To live another day,
I die.

alli june93
modified july 98