Bliss

Silence creeps over at last,

the hunger that I yearn for is finally full.

I speak in a tongue that no one else understands,

something that is my own,

something that is new.

 

I show the rainy, beautiful gray sky the person who craves them most.

My love for the sweet smell lingers on and I want it more and more.

 

 Sweetness,

little angels sit,

and stare at me as if I were the strangest thing they ever saw,

but I am.

I know this well,

I love to be,

this is who I am,

 

I finally can free myself from the emptineess the world hold

s and I can smile wide at the skies

 that cried and now begin

 to dry the grass under my feet.

Author's Note

I know this probably sounds like babble about just nothing, but this what I felt when it rained yesterday.. Strangely it was all that I could think of the past 10 hours and I know it might sound like nothing , like Im raging on about something that isnt there but i feel things that make no sense somtimes so... this is wt I got for you!

Reviews

[Subjective Sanity]

I like this poem and I love rain. I don't think it sounds like babble. I think it makes you sound kind of like a vampire a little.

[Tracie Skarbo]

I like this.. rain is special... it can be cleansing for ones soul...

[MusicJunkie66]

I feel the same way when it rains, especially if it does all day long. It wasn't babble, it had meaning. Awesome job :]