poetic rain

@Uootem

one more time I'll be fused into poetry
with hands grasping this cold ink-filled pen
developing words and phrases, the emotions of forever
while cascading drops melt from my eyes.
and I will lose my heart to your cherished memory
each new day will be like the vision of that long ago time
described by the words I write... as they play in my thoughts
like they have ever since sweet love's departure
as if they were necessary for my survival.

the sun is bright as the clouds are gone
perhaps daydreams are the reality of my age
while the rainbow's meaning drifts through my mind
in the brilliant blueness of the sky my eyes are set
my hands are the foul  that soar in freedom above
my heart is warmed by the vision of distant horizons
the completed poem is my soul after emotion has rained

turning and reading spent words, the pages one by one fall forever
out of my hands and away to obscurity... never to be shared with you
for your heart is not my part of tomorrow
turning and reading spent words, eternally
as i see reality reflected in a near by puddle...
a remnant of what is left me after another poetic storm.