Get The Keys To The Rain And Thunder Poem by gregory collins

i've seen the skies that make your eyes shine,
and i have drawn my chair to the edge of my own world.
Putting my soul in your brain with cotton candy for comfort.
But the clouds with their 1,000 smiles hurt me no more.
Now that i am under the tree of your sweet love sleeping.
Dreaming the pastures span through the thorns,
and i can't just go to sleep and carry on.
I believe that's what i call love,
like the shepherd sees the horizon so cool on fire;
Calling me out till the sunrise kills me in its sleep:
A sore head all the way and back again.