sunset's rain
Before I fall like a withered leaf,
My life colored with pain.
Far away from sunrise,
Fast approaching sunset's rain.
Tears they feed my sorrow,
A memory I cannot claim.
Different times in different ways,
Slow, but not yet dead,
What have I left to leave,
Making gold from lead,
I come and go, arrived and left,
Not a single word was said.
Shadows appear in my dreams,
In a race that no one wins.
The hands of time never rest,
Time to pay for all my sins.
Join me in eternal sleep,
The flames will burn and cleanse.
2007-10-16
10:42:11
·
10 answers
·
asked by
The Dark Prince
3
in
Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry