Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Cloudy

My better visions,
clouded.
The sky a shade of gray,
hues of black,
dreary yet electric.
It did not rain that day,
a desire to fall,
and relish in the temtuous rain,
as it carasses my skin,
washing free my desires.
Sunshine came,
daylight perhaps,
as the clear moon rose,
mirror bound denial,
mirror bound clouds,
sunshine.