Wednesday 14 January 2009

Weather

Sun

Sun beats down
On this gritty industrial estate,
Our lips entwined,
I feel my soul elate.

Rain

Tears fall from the sky
As if it were fate,
Walking off into the distance,
I wish she would wait.

Believe me when I say
I pray for the sun's glow,
But this crying slate of grey
Is now all I know.