the Wordherder Online

An Ode to Rain

The language of a wanting mist
Finally free
To leave the sky
In want of the sea

Part I

I am a dying light
I wonder how long ill shine on in the distance
I hear nothing but such thunderous silence
I see nothing beyond a void that eats at my gaze
I want ever so to fill that void… but…
I am a dying light

I pretend not to notice, for
I feel thus i must exist, right?
I touch deep into my own heart, but
I worry so… why this heart still beats.
I cry as it slows within my grasp and i am reminded that…
I am a dying light

I understand my role, my place, my fate.
I say take me now… strike at me fast. do not stretch me out. i already feel too thin.
I dream of an answer and
I try to find one myself, somewhere deep within myself
I hope, but hope is dark… hope is so very dark… and…
I am a dying light.

Part II

I am Elpis…
I wonder if i am missed
I hear angish and heartbreak and
I see torment and misery but i
I want the saturnicity of Cronos… yet,
I am Elpis and thus i am bound.

I pretend that faith is a virtue and that i am sister to the optimists, the dancers, the artists…
I feel, for their fantasies have washed me free and yet
I touch the walls of my jar and
I worry ill never truly be set free… never again. and thus
I cry because light must die for me to know that
I am its darkness

I understand this of me but
I say what springs eternal must never be so bound
I dream this though i know it not… all just echos
I try to scratch and smash away at this prison…
I hope and that is my sin… and i remain the most evil of evils so as to prolong man’s torment… for
I am Elpis… I am hope…

A black stained tear rolls off her cheek
She dreams about the day
When she will have the strength
To hold her head up high
Is it not worth it?
Lives a life of shattered dreams and broken hope
Yet she stays strong. But for how long?
“For how long will I be the one?” she says.
Then closes her eyes and lies
And with a rage of frustration she cries
“When do I get mine?”

Downriver
She stares up at the sky
Arms stretched out wide
Dreaming of a better life
She wishes she could fly
Down inside
Forget about the world
And what it does to you
Forget about all the lies
Don’t you wish that we could fly?

Ever wonder if life is just a continuation?
Like deja vu are we all just repeating ourselves?
Maybe trying to get things right or maybe not
Because what happens when we stumble upon all the answers?
Would it all just end then?
Or would it all just begin again?
I sit and wonder about past chances and future lives
Mistakes made or were they just inevitable?
Maybe nothing but a dream I sit and dream about the end
And when it all begins again

Twenty-two, angry, confused. Looking forward to tomorrow
Am I so wrong to wonder? Is it wrong to even ask?
Is this all just the trailing end of teenage angst?
Or is there something more that I’m searching for?
So now I stare ahead
And dream of all that should have been
And then it all begins again…

So I fly…