First one in a while.
Its a poem. I posted it in The comm Wishes_inc.
But I thought maybe someone would care to hear it?
The lighting up above
Just flickered and went out
My voice now dull, all numb and bone
All for scream and shout.
A corner street all alone
So quiet and content
My feet so weary with the hold
My legs had held all spent.
Merry a song, I hear above
A tune from high in god’s acre.
Whispering a little tune
Play your song, Mr. Rain Maker.
A song too light I wade along
I strain in closer to hear
When the dewlets touch my faded hand
I have nothing left to fear.
The thunders heaves a heavy song
And rain comes crashing down.
If I do not flee this dreaded place
I fear I may just drown.
Holding my breath and running along
I hear a tainted voice
An angel’s breath hangs in the air
And to the gods, rejoice.
A hymn unfolds from my voice
As I being to pray
The world stands still, a moment now
Parting under skies so gray.