Thursday, August 20, 2009

Even the Rain is Melancholic

Night rain gently spilling over
From the somber indigo sky.

Sitting in a dimly lit room,
With a candle in the corner.

I'm here.


Singing to a whispered voice,
Already lost
To the approaching sun.

Yes, it seems a disconcerting dawn
Is ahead
For everyone...

"We're going to have to wake up you know,
And dance in the future...
Are you afraid?"

Yeah, it seems that in times like these,
Even the rain is melancholic.

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