Rain

Clouds are made of distant dreams
And fantasies of faraway floating castles.
Clouds are like wishes, white lies, and high hopes:
The more they grow, the less their disbelief suspends
And finally reality will pull them to the ground.

The clouds are falling.
I try to break their fall but I can't catch them all.

Puddles splash and my toes sparkle
With the light of broken raindrops
As I dance on shattered dreams.
I hope my feet don't hurt them--
Dreams are fluid; they'll re-form
As something better
Something wetter

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Like thousands of tiny tinkling footsteps;
I can hear the raindrops dance with me.

I am awake, alive, and free.
These raindrops feel more real to me than distant clouds;
The present is more tangible than dreams.

I close my eyes, tilt my face to the sky,
And savour the touch of rain:
A shower of kisses from the heavens.
I smile :)
And kiss the sky back <3

< Message edited by Crystal Sunshyne -- 8/30/2013 23:21:16 >

Dear Streetlight Outside My Window

I love the way you make the raindrops sparkle on my window,
And in the winter, the way you make the falling snowflakes glow.
You're beautiful, you know.
But not because your own form has much charm when seen by day;
You're beautiful because of all the light you give away.

Generosity with luminosity,
I admire that in you.
You shine fearlessly and effortlessly;
I admit I envy you.

Peace

No matter what chaos may come to surround me,
I have the power and the right to be at peace.