Dark Rain
The dark rain falls upon the world
And drowns the stifled cries,
And bathes with faithless vision
The grieving parent eyes;
And in it’s cold descending
And it’s desolate decision
Cuts the very cord of life
With a hand of God precision.
The pieces that are scattered
Are emotions in that rain,
Bled of designation,
Swirling down a silent drain;
And as the night approaches
And the light invites stagnation,
All the trains grind to conclusion
At a cold and empty station.
The dark rain is an emblem
And a harbinger of death
Yet our love is great, defying
Any stilling of the breath;
For the short time we remember
Puts an end to grief and crying
The short time that you had
A timeless source of love undying.
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