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