Messages in the rain,
Your heart drips with gold,
Life, a one-way street in days of old.
I serenaded the muse in vain,
The moon must shine,
Breaking the cataclysmic cycle, love align.
Once more, I crave the song’s chimes,
A melody bringing harmony to hearts,
An echo that still reverberates.
Words now mere memories,
Trying to capture poetry as my quill bleeds,
Desperate in its cosmic dance, Between light and dark, blind entities.
Anger dissipates like mist after a storm, Love perseveres, a resilient form.

© L.B Rheaven