Rain splatters across
the sky in a grey dark
mid afternoon day.
The wind reminds me
of my youth.

Or what I could remember
of my youth in happier times.
I try to breathe so I can
not forget this feeling,
but more then likely
this grim weather
will make me dread it.

Leaves lay scattered and
discarded on the sticky
mud slicked cement sidewalks.
Yet my head is not on earth,
but in the sky above me.

My heart tries to beat
the familiar beat of a
romantic's heart in
mid May.

But it has been buried
a long time ago with my
best wishes on it's grave stone.
My heart tries to remember,
but my head reminds me
of what the prices of my soul
would cost me to fall under
Venus's sway.

The wind gets colder and I feel
the bite on my exposed kneck.
I feel the sky has grown darker,
and my wings can not be seen.
So I decide to sit for a spell,
and remind me of an oath that
I have made of lover's dreams,
and maiden's kisses that
have become tragic.

11/03/2003

Posted on 11/03/2003
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