Inner Storm
(9-22-05)

More and more
The rain falls
Each puddle grows
Slowly the ground disperse
Soggy mess left

Stones change colors
A darker gray
Drops trace its words
Tears mix with rain
Solitude embraces

Whimpers get erased
As thunder crashes overhead
Blackness moves, one gets up
Bidding farewell to his love
A rose is placed, a final tear
Silently, the gate is closed