Friday, June 3, 2005

   I know it's long... but it's kinda a cool little poem I thought up...

Rain rose

The sky once blue and full of white clouds
Now is stained black and gray…
The rolling thunder takes over
the sound of the ocean hitting on the cliffs edge.
The cold rain and wind that falls flattens the once wild green grass.

There… over the passing hills… and the rolling plains of grass…
Stands tall a girl…
Who’s white dress yet simple as it was
flows in the wind like waves in the ocean…
yet now sticks to her skin all tattered and torn like paper
now almost see through in its self.

Her black long hair…
that would dance as she spun around in the tall grass,
every strand would shine in it’s glory
Now lays flat against her back…
tangled and ragged

her bare feet walks on forward against the cold wind and rain
As the thunder crashes around her
She does not cringes at its strength…
Yet walks through the storm around her
Her right arm crossed over her chest…
holding tightly to her left shoulder as if in pain

She sees a flash of light and looks up slowly…
Her breath is easily seen as if looking at a cloud of mist escape her lips…
Her eyes never flinching from the downward drops of cold rain.
She smiles softly as the sound of thunder crackles down around her
As she continues to walk on.

She finally stops at the cliffs edge…
The oceans waves crashing against the rocks
making the earth shake with every hit.
She stand looking out…
seeing a small glow of blue sky out over the ocean.
Her lips form a soft smile as her feet play with the ground beneath her.
She looks down at her feet then back to the blue sky…
Her smile becomes bigger as she opens her hands out to the gray sky

Flashes of lightning strikes everywhere…
The strong rolling sound of thunder forming behind.

The Storm quickly passes…
The sky once blue again…
The wind warm and soft…
Swaying the green grass over the hills once again

And there by the cliffs edge of the crashing sea
Stands tall…
A White rose… swaying to the movement of the wind
It’s 2 green leafs stretched out to the sky…

Yet laying softly next to it… caught on the small roses thrones
Lays a small torn white cloth…and a few strands of Black hair…

Yet the wind blows on…
and the sun shines warmly…
as if the world...
has had a new begining.
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