What took you away
on that sunny day?
Now it rains, rains,
rains upon the clouds
while it is drought dry
on that desert highway
on which you drove away
that searingly, sunny day.
Are all my tears on the
other side of the clouds?
I can’t see them; I want
to feel them washing
me away.
bobdahl
Musings by Bob/ Blogging so I don't drive e-mail friends crazy
