Monday, April 25, 2011
I can sense the disapearence of the lovely rain
Although it's only in my imagination and is not true
Thank God for the kid neighbor who cant feel the pain
Splashing around in mud puddles he has no clue
That time is surging by him, every beat through his veins
and as I watch him I realize, only he can renew
the emptiness that time can only proclaim.