Florida Rain
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain
Water curtains falling upon vistas stricken blind;
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.
Terminal concourse swathed in loss and pain,
Blurring out of sight yet clear in mind;
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain.
Bowed heads in knowing full that never the 'twain
Shall meet, nor evermore these souls will find
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.
Should alligator jaws from foaming drain
Feast on the last of love that stays behind,
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain?
Storm clouds in the heart and in the brain
Turn darker now than Mother Nature's kind,
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.
If only there were some way to obtain
A means by which such love could be enshrined,
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.
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