the rain that falls on mourners and dreamers

 the rain that falls on mourners and dreamers

  estefaaano_writes 

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looking out the pavement,  

i see the rain  

falling soft upon the mourners’ faces 

parading in their wake of sad relations,  

in a river of heartfelt sorrow,  

shoes heavy with water and grief 

and the weight of goodbye.

I am untouched by time,  

to keep good love from going wrong

too young to cradle a fragile flame,  

before it dies in these careless hands.  

but at this moment, 

you're burned into my mind.

so much remains unsaid

between what was and what could never be.

you'll never know, 

the hurricane that lives  

behind these quiet eyes.

I am emptied by longing, 

aching for your grace,  

no solace for this hunger,  

where are you tonight?

will I ever see your sweet return?

while the world is weeping

and I count the hours 

too young to hold you close forever,  

yet too old to just break free and run

from this beautiful devastation 

sometimes a man lets the moment sweep him away

when he feels like 

he should be having his fun 

chasing joy, missing the cost. 

much too blind to see the damage he's done

to the cracks love can bear

before it shatters into memory.

and so, he wakes one day to silence,  

finding he has no one.

still, I wait for you, my love 

and I'll burn,

oh, how I'll burn,

steadfastly dreaming of 

the warmth your return would bring.  

will I ever see your sweet return?  

will these weathered hands  

ever learn to hold without crushing,  

to love without losing?

oh lover, you should have come sooner  

‘cause it’s not too late.

lonely is the room, 

the bed remains untouched,  

the windows are open, 

inviting the rain,

to baptize this place

where love once lived.

the dreamer burns on, hoping,  

sees you in every corner.

this fool who won't surrender,  

who feeds on memory  

as if it's bread and wine.

he had you with him once,  

held kingdoms with mortal hands  

and didn't know its weight  

until it was gone.

you were always beside me,  

in absence and in silence,

my body turns and yearns

restless for peace that won’t come,  

a horizon I chase 

but never touch.

for it is never over

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder,  

all my riches for your smile,  

all my blood for the sweetness of your laughter,

a lifetime of longing for a moment of your presence.

she is the tear shining deep within my soul,

the pearl formed from years of waiting,

salt and sorrow and unbearable beauty,  

the proof that I loved truly,  

that I held something worth  

this exquisite breaking.

it is never over,  

this rain that falls  

on mourners and 

dreamers alike,  

washing the world clean  

for whatever comes next.

and love, it is never truly over.