Raindrops at My Window.

Raindrops at My Window

The rain runs wet and slow

Outside the chilled frames of my window

And with each drop, my heart will grow

But no, the rain withholds the growth,

Devours it in every trembling drop

To the point my heart may stop

Until the sun resuscitates its love

And holds it firm thereof.

Written 11.11.09 @ 1:23 AM