When alone.

The sound of raindrops are music aloud..


Melody to this soul of memories..

For what lies in the mist of the clouds..

flying High.. But soon to bury…

nothing lasts in this world so mortal…

Even a thought was born to end…

the memories they die and so do all

Yet.. We all but pretend..
Hiding from our earthly fears…

Looking out for ones dear and near..

The shadows they help hide them tears

But the time is now and not the years…

Illusioned to the world but for a creep…

Nothing to prove…nothing to seek..

The dark is kind but lonely..

And these words are company…