by Richard Vince
With the rain wrapped around my face,
I walked as far as my feet would take me.
Under eternal ribbons of cloud
With the Sun swirling all around me,
The endless dancing making me whole.
Which will remain nameless
Until it sinks without trace.
And she walked past me
Looking like death pulled back
Unwillingly into the mortal realm.
Her sadness was almost tangible
And I wanted to take it and break it.
Or I could try to stop the Sun from setting.
Or try to kill the idea of hate.
Nothing works here. Its too special.
Even the Sun is reluctant to show his face
And give a smile to any of the frowns
Walking to and fro, caught in
The bubble of hell growing around them,
Cutting off the air and the sanity
And the sunlight from their eyes.
The land of never see,
The street of never hear.
Never notice anyone, anything
Maybe there was light inside, once.
Maybe there still is,
Though no one can see it any more.
And maybe there never will be.
Posted on 11/09/2001
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