Owen Johnston

Rookie (October 2nd,1977 / Lake City, SC)

As The Rain Falls - Poem by Owen Johnston

On this early morn,
As the rain falls,
Before this side of the world wakes,
Invisible toothpicks
Yet seem to hold my eyes open.

My mind has
Left for the world of dreams
With the rest of me in tow,
Like rain falling
With no cloud to fall from.

My mind yet wanders
Beyond sleep,
Beyond caffeine;
My heart races,
As it pumps my lifeblood
Through its course.

The rain races to the ground
As it flirts with gravity
And frolics in a

So alike are
My mind, my heart, and the clouds:
All saturated with promises of
Ideas, Life, Sustenance,
Which feed the fires
Of the dreams whose flames
Incessantly burn within each of us.

By nature's rule,
What goes up
Must come down.

My heart,
The lifeblood of my dreams,
Will one day descend to the depths,
But on parting with this world,
A new lifeblood can be realized on high.

My brain,
That convoluted pathway of ponderings,
That ethereal dwelling Of dreams,
Will one day
Fully comprehend the realms of the dead.

The rain,
As it falls,
Yet sustains life;
Where rain seems to end,
It begins anew in another form.

Once thoughts
And hopes
And efforts
And tears of happiness
Are rained upon the dream,
Do we not see
A sprouting hope
Of its original splendor
Coming to the surface?

Let it rain,
Let it rain,
Let it rain...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012

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