summer.

the sound of the rain on rooftops at night

my shadow sheds its skin
where have you been through times so thin.
in blithe,
loathesome down inside,
my wretched thoughts come to duel
spirits that surround me
i have waited so long...
a thousand years beside myself to sleep,
how are you loving?
hope starts to awake and wither
maybe we are somewhere invisible,
not enough blame to ponder
not a guttural scream
nor a whisper to hear what was..

without you i am timelessly outside,
to write poetry defining subtle nothings.
freedom is so lucid sometimes
its never having to say you're sorry.
how cruel life means so much it is true.

cant help to ask,
cannot this feel defeated be risen,
the coffin is made, the grave is dug,
the emptiness awaits what could i seek.


and yet,
yet i wonder..
the cold can be here left to keep from being truly alone.
another day wont matter,
next to total darkness the sleep we all yearn
will probably come.
thus for a mere moment you feel alive.
and

the sound of the rain on rooftops at night.
my love it is tomorrow again,

and again we shall fight...