The Sacrifice Of Rain

20 Oct


What an agony it must be,
to but vaguely wander free,
yet not widest sky e’er see
as your rise and fall instills.

Shed in tandem downing,
sheering clouds of drowning,
measured sighs resounding,
‘til earth is washed of wills.

What sky unleashed before,
has no bearing on the moor,
but where feign hearts adore,
only now, effervescent thrills.

And lo’, the earth in wonder,
its flesh now shorn asunder,
suffered cries, gallant thunder,
where none, but rain e’er spills.

Leave a comment

Posted by on October 20, 2015 in My Poetry



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: