Stilling:
On my knees
Before the open sky
The rain pouring down
Wetting my face
Soaking my clothes
The salty drops
That fall from
My eyes, mixed
With the water
From the sky
Remembering is a painful thing
Eyes opened to the
Mistakes of the past
The sins of your heart
The whispers of your
Mind to your soul
Then the war between them
Then the harshness
Of your heart, stilling
Them both