The Rain Star
The torn air respected summer’s dying wish.
Whipped barely alive, yet patiently older.
Autumn's presence knew bleeding leaves;
Bold hiding places for easy breaths.
How in the light did the moon remember this night?
Sudden photographs stripped of promise.
Then again, I know for good and all;
Perfectly placed images remind me of you.
Hard thought, I wrap this solid dream
To the front of my crashing face; falling lessons.
Where did I learn to drop forward
These ungrateful ruins of reckless pasts?
This, I will not shine grateful.
This, I will not shine hopeless.
Hollow winds wind up to say,
Perhaps, forget this careful care….again.
In peace for yesterday,
Tomorrow doesn’t give a damn.
Futures have slipped on rougher ideas;
Ideas remember thought, if not by self.
Certainly, this millionth first time
I’ve looked for you; awed appreciation.
This color-burnt world never forgets
That we forget who we are until
We remember where we need to be.
A place you are needed.
Again and for now, I stare into nightness and
Gaze myself lost amongst new forevers; and past.
Strength and honor endure these glowing silvers.
So undone, seeking deep the brightest star.
All darktime knowing, the brightest star is you.
