One Rainy Ball
It’s peculiar, how the sky is crying masks.
Odd how the sand drips and it leaves behind the past.
For if names were built in years, set in stones to cast,
a breeze can rise so high, then crash.
Know a forest will grow for years, and tears they know, one breath to ash,
the sight will leave in awe,
for it can flaw, though the thought it blooms to last.
Shadows will often stay, when the sun has come to pass,
and laughter all so loud, when the devil comes to dance.
But know that some things will last you forever,
and blind ones can’t find their way into heaven.
So I cry for all whom masks have come to melt.
The ones who hid behind, are not the ones we held.
So truly, how I felt, was lied to, robbed, a theft.
Too sad for them I feel, it’s all just come to end.
Their loss it was, for all through outer space,
a star will pass just once in place.
For as their masks, now falls so high from grace,
they still now dream of us, a ghost to chase.
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