Silver Rain

From my writing collection

This is the second in a 3-part series with "Waterfall" and "Dawn".

Silver Rain

Dreaming of a land of the good,
A silver rain comes down on me,
The life so ancient as a tree,
Now lays a waste in the mud.

I see the sounds of falling souls,
I hear the sight of things untold,
The hearts are gone, the lives are sold
The remains of wasted goals.

In the place where we were together,
A silver rain lands on my face,
I know that I have lost the race,
In a dream of inclement weather,

The last thing I see as I collapse from the strain,
The people I love, the faces I've known,
The dream is over, I know I'm alone,
Asleep and crying, feeling the soft, chilling touch
Of silver rain.

All material on these pages is Copyright (c) Jennifer E. Elaan.