raindrops weep from my window
to the tempo of a heartbeat,
splatter on the sill,
& fall before my feet.
pitter patter, it goes...
the tranquil gleam of the moon
casts a white velvet glow upon my wall;
an unbridled gale rattles the glass
& the raindrops continue to fall.
as they coalesce, a puddle grows...
my weary soul reflects in the dark
with palms pressed together tight,
with palms pressed together tight,
confused & misty eyed,
seeking sanctuary in the light.
But drifting fog swallows the moon
as the chilly wind shifts direction;
i’m consumed by a wolfish darkness,
& mournfully abandon my reflection.
Here am I,
another wanderer lost to the night;
the wall no longer glows
& the puddle only grows...
am I drowning?
God only knows.
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