Sometimes the sun can shine, but then within seconds the heavens can open and down falls the rain;
As the cold watery tears splash off your cheek, down comes the pain.
Tears of ink get dried up on this page after falling from the sky;
I sit with my hands covering over my face, as through my fingers drips a tear of ink, each time that I cry.
Sometimes hope can drain away, as your dreams can be forgotten each time that we close our eyes to sleep;
Sometimes the rain will still continual to fall, leaving you drowning in the deep.
Like a silent falling army gravity will always pull down your tears, leaving your soul as a puddle splashed down on the ground;
The rain can fall silently through the darkness, without even having to make a sound.
Silent shiny teardrops creep down the glass, as a broken reflection shines back through the window pane;
They say blood is thicker than water, but it’s now this ink which courses through my vein.
What comes up must come down;
But if you ever stop swimming, your destiny will be to drown.
The ink floods across this letter, leaving these pages damp;
The rain will always seem to fall, right after your heart has sank.
Ink filled dreams can weigh you down, until you begin to buckle under the strain;
Sometimes you can beg the heavens for an answer, but your only reply evaporates with the rain.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011