I will listen to the shadow lands and brace what's coming true

Rain,

I’ve seen its touch.
A desired thought, a peace I desired once.
The idea enlightens me; it captures my endless visions and dreams.

This land is dry, empty of its life.
 Frail veins run through these trees.
A broken shadow buried between each sunset seen.
I stand here and watch the mountain tops scream.
Their lungs are running out of strength to breath.

A burst of hope,

a sought of listening, they wait there patiently,
waiting and waiting.
The twilight sky sits beneath the wailing moon.
 It’s demon lover mourning for
its heart in a
tomb.

Songs of soulful eyes brighten this midnight sky,
as specks of light touch and breathe life.
Silence, I hear its sound, the voice of rain.
Their kisses of life are pouring heavily upon
me again.

I stand here, grasping each touch.
Oh, a desire I once dreamed of.
Drench me with your silk.
Oh rain, I missed your lips.

My feet are stained with dots.
Death is far from what is now thought.
Come and kiss the land, and awake its cursed sleep.
Wake its eyes from an endless dream.
Bring forth a life that has now been redeemed.

Rain, I’ve seen its touch.
A desire thought, a peace
I desired once.
An Idea which enlightened me,
it captured my wildest dreams.
Rain, come pour yourself down on me.

A garden is now
all I see.
A kiss of your lips,
awaken this desert from its

sleep.