Joyous Rain Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

Joyous rain falls descendant upon my sorrow, Oh that joyous rain!

Returns to me sweet reminiscing memories of my goddesses mirthful all my solitude and pain

As years had passed, so had my vigorous love, beith once for mirth; yet her foreboding left me in cluttering vain

The action it lead me into was nothing more than a piteous pouring pit of that glorious joyous rain!

In all of which my soul shalt claim, whilst I stand in this striking rains all of the memories of that one of mirth

In time mayhaps I retrieve that grasp of thought, or that peace leading me to ease and perhaps meeting her shall give me rebirth

Yet in all of my doubt, and all of my forlorn insomnia, each and every day I wear a necklace with an attached flask while I traverse this earth

Within the interior of the flask lie the memories in formal tears of all of these years she has made cause to be away, ah, yea, tis my attached curse

And in her absence and in this flask of sorrow revolves me into an involuntary depression, and as she runs from me my heart rides along on this invisible hearse

At moments end, the reappearance of mirth may surely Come on a day I possess old age and a time where perhaps I am sane

Though one thing is for sure, Oh that mirth and how I know that on that day shall be loves promised day, vow and ever falling upon me surely shall be joyous rain!