Sta.sh
White Rain and her Answer
by ~Aeon018Rain falls from a cracking, flashing sky,
And pulsating blades drag me to sleep;
Drag me deep into sleep.
Plagued by the strangest dreams,
Reality's torn at it's seams.
A clearing deep in the wood,
Leaves colored by Autumn's good.
(They're) crunching under my feet,
Mine and all the rest.
Some I know and others I don't,
But the conversation is good.
Accidentally I uncover white noise,
When I inquire (how we got here.)
Mostly anger and denial, but some smile.
The truth they've thrown to the wind,
Still lives in their eyes and I see.
See through the fog of dreams.
Screeching spins wake my eyes to the cracking sky.
The strangest dreams taught me a thing;
They taught me denial is hell,
And like leaves crunching underfoot,
Heaven is what you make it.
When you finally accept it.
