Song

I heard a song today,
I’d heard it before she went away.
It had words it didn’t have before,
Now she won’t be around anymore.
Now I understand what they say
And hear the song everyday.

Searching

I keep looking, looking in a sea of faces.
In a crowded room and along a quiet street.
Searching by day, searching by night.
Out of the corner of my eye and in the reflection of a windowpane.
Ever vigilant and ever anticipant.
Looking for the face of love.

Perfect Rain

It rained perfectly.
The tears of Heaven hiding my mortal own.
Nobody saw my sad face as they hung theirs.
Not so easily could I avoid my own sad rain.
Its rivulets carving scars on my face that may never heal.