Stranger in darkness

Slow down, dear dream

I see those colours too

I know the vivid will blur

And, my forgetful, you also knew.

Lend me a moment from your haste,

Spare me the wishful thought

You'd tell me of what might be,

While I'm wary of what not.

Slow down, dear dream

I feel the warmth in blue

We can hope it lasts, of course

But it's easier when it's new

Dream o' mine, right you're

I rust in memories and pride

Save me from the fade

So I'd have dreamt till I died

Almost a shed,

Under which to hide.

Almost a great divide.

For Yesterday

I shed a solitary tear,

A teardrop from the corner

Of my constricted eyes,

In remembrance of a dream,

The teardrop rolls down

Rolls down my cheek and years

Till there are no memories

Of what was once

Several certainties

Waiting for us

To live them out.

Memories of that dream, I remember

And shed a solitary tear

A teardrop dense, despaired

From the depth of my eyes

Drowning in the darkness

The teardrop rolls down

Rolls down my cheek and years

Till there is a light

That proves my pride

Hid little of worth

Then I will blame

Myself with shame.

But the light won't shine, I foresee

And shed a solitary tear

A teardrop coarse, crisp

From the core of my eyes

Cutting through the rain

The teardrop rolls down

Rolls down my cheek and years

Till there are no clouds

Leaving a void

With which to blend

Like petals fallen

Never to be back again,

Colours of that flower, I dream

And shed a solitary tear.

Rainmakers

Clouds beneath an endless sky,

Bright and blue but barely shy,

Dance in tune to the winds as gay,

And hope the wind shall forever stay.

They'd bulge and fade, like a child's toy.

They'd grow and spread into a boy.

Never knowing that the life at ease

Will last until its gone with the breeze

For when the air moves no more,

They'd be dazed, and then sore.

They'd halt and thunder

They'd grumble and plunder,

They'd sweat it all out and then

They'd look around

To the havoc on ground,

No way to share one's pain.

They'd learn and sigh that love

Was not the wind but the sky above.

Who'd stand beside and pour starlight

Even on a moonless night.

The wind's nigh but a willful tide

A guest of autumn at best

Rainmakers on eternity's side

There's a sky for your rest.