LOST IN THE RAIN

 

Lost in the rain.

Beaten down.

Alone.

Drifting.

Tired.

Wet.

Ready to give up.

On life.

On the world.

Curled up in a ball.

Ready for my last breath.

Then the unexpected happens.

The sun comes out.

The birds begin to chirp.

A wet breeze hits my face.

I look up into the sun.

I don’t feel alone anymore.

I feel alive.

I’m happy I waited.

Waited for time to pass.

For time to heal old wounds.

I’m ready to face the day.

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ONLY HOUSES I SEE

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The new spring blooms colors.

But who even bothers

to breathe the sweet air?

I don’t have a care.

My car fails to start,

a walk in the park.

I raise my small hand.

Gone is the quicksand.

It races down the hill,

the most heavenly thrill.

Shocked faces turn to me.

Only houses I see.

RIDE THE TRAIN

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RIDE THE TRAIN

I ride the train each day.

For this, I need to pay?

No seat I can see.

Never is one free.

I hang from the strap above.

A soft sigh feels like a dove.

I turn my head to the side.

And do you know what I find?

A girl standing next to me.

One as pretty as can be.

She offers a small smile.

Now I could walk a mile.

I stand up taller than before.

I am now ten feet off the floor.

A slight smile before she departs.

I’m left happy as my day starts.

THE SEARCH

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THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,

Light shining from a great height,

A search until morning light.

We hold strong with all our might

That we find what we’re searching for,

Before night ends and shuts the door.

We need to find her before it’s too late.

We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.

A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.

It must be her alone in the park.

The light shines on her pretty face.

She sees us and picks up her pace.

She is crying and laughing at the same time.

A perfect ending to this story of mine.

LET IT BLOOM

Watch it grow.
Watch it bloom.
Pretty rose.
Sweet perfume. 

The beautiful color.
Pink like cotton candy.
Facing the morning sun.
Happy as a dandy.

It is a bud.
When will it bloom
and open wide?
I hope it’s soon.

I’m ready for flowers.
I’m ready for spring.
Eager to see the buds.
Let the spring bells ring.

How about one rose?
The first bloom of the season.
That would be enough.
I think it’s within reason.