her face comes back in waves
crashing at the edges of my mind
a memory my heart saves
in a place I can always find
she enters the darkness
the dream gone past
in open green fields
a sunrise the sunset steals
a moment unable to last
she’s a quick glance
gone while you still think there is a chance
she is the wave of a hand
the fade-out of music at the end of the dance
she’s a sudden rain…
leaving before you can taste the pain
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Sudden Rain
Posted by Bob at 10:02 AM
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