spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
There are joyful
And sorrowful strains,
Bur to say
Something significant
You draw on your past
And your pain.
It’s river of repetitions
Where you can
Easily get lost in trivia
The fog of insignificance
And want to retreat
To a sunny beach
And get away from the rain.
...
But truth doesn’t readily go away:
It comes back to bite
In those inevitable moments
Lying in darkness
Totally awake,
A parade of images
Marching through your brain,
Mocking voices
Drowned out
By the blind fall of rain.
...
But up among the stars
Lies a sea of tears
(I know it well—
It’s mine)
And after all those years
I discovered rain
Somehow
Wipes the slate clean
But I still dream
Of that damn beach
And life idyllic
And struggle every day...
But I'm not giving up,
Sometimes
I even cherish
Long walks in the rain.