I have few words for rain,
Not the many I have
For pain…
But dark and solemn
As hallways in autumn,
They collect in corners
As webs
And haunt me.
So, where shall I begin?
A day silver
With maples
Iin wind,
But my mood
In time
Turns blue,
At the mere mention
Of you.
I can’t dispel
The mist
Can’t repair the rift
So I re-arrange the lines
As one might adjust the blinds
As one always does
On a dull day—
To keep the gloom at bay.
You understand, Love,
It’s not to make things right;
Only admit some light
Some cheer
For you and me,
To keep us company.
I know nothing will ever change
Regardless of what I say
But if I can cheer your heart;
I’ll gladly do my part
But I can’t look upon your pain,
Or bear you to pain
Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.
― Bob Dylan
