Do you remember that day
That you stayed home
So many years ago
Just to watch the rain come down
Not on your face a smile or frown
Or awe
But the plainest look I ever saw
As you looked out at the old gray sky
And wondered how far it was
Pop….pop
How far away’s that cloud
That floats way overhead
A million tears it will shed
Today
As you look out from your bed
Or sit up in your window sill
With your feet propped up
And your eyes at peace
Watching your favorite puddle fill
And every river spill
And flow
The way they want to go
Pop
On your sill they just love to drop
A sacrifice to get attention
To splatter hard and not to mention
Bring you to a different thought each time
No staring’s not a crime…
But a trade
Between you and this
Liquidified parade
You’re so pretty, rainy day
“why thank you
please do stare my way’
she’d say
pop…pop….
And watch each droplet play
Did that tree over there just wave
Or simply bend as the raindrops trend
Do sway
Branches heavied down by this
Splattering array
Of life in its most basic form
I’m glad the sunny day’s the norm
Making rainy one’s more rare
And special
Pour water from the sky they dare
Wetting all, as if they’d care
They do
And that’s the gift for me and you
So SPLAT!
As a drop shaped drop turns flat
That day dried up
Like so many others since
And left nothing but a trail behind
The first of many hints
To let us know
That every show
A passing thought will find
Then make it’s home
And float and roam
Forever
In the space you call your mind
Every rainstorm hits you drop by drop
Every cloud blows puff by puff
Every green lawn envied blade by blade
If taken whole is not enough
And that willow hanging leaf by leaf
Makes a tender shady spot
When hot
I still can’t see the grief
So what’s with all the summary
Grouped together, stacked and packed
For simplified relief
Clouding your whole view of things
With one of pawns instead of kings
You busy person being brief
Do you remember ever wasting time
As if that’s all you had
Moment by moment
Drop by drop
Without ever feeling bad
Is that what extra time is for
Or do you believe
Each moment lived
Excitement or a bore
Is worth about the same
Whether you drift on through or struggle more
And looking back on history
Are your views the way they were before
Boredom is a heavy tired feeling
While time moves by the same
And your grasp to hold
Is answered by an empty hand left cold
I see you know this game
Do tell…
Of times that slipped away from your
Exalted stop command
So well
And with such a clever nasty trick
The one that gets you every time
As if a magic spell
Cast on us like a grueling test
To see
How often we’re really at our best
To beat
To conquer
To stretch even a sorry inch
The span of time until we rest
At last and see the final score
So are your views of passing time
The way they were before?
A giant gear that’s turning
A wave that lasts your life
To you
And to me the length of mine
Then crashes into unknown realms
Except to us it is the end of time
And as far as we will go
Like this
This present earthly show
We’ll miss
The day we pass the waiting door
Till then I hope you see what’s left
As more special than you did before
You know why you’re here
Don’t you
To experience life
To hold it
To analyze and mold it
To make every day like a special saved letter
And take care as you unfold it
Seasons change my friend
And with these seasons life as well
Form warm to cold
From new to old
As these remembrances of stories told
So long ago and so so far away
Do you remember that fall day in the park
And all the magic seen
By eyes of wonder guiding an open mind
Grasping memories of a special kind
In senses sharp and keen
Where the smell of burnt leaves have left their mark
And with this memory also find
That each day you live is yours forever
To hold and keep and relive whenever
But only with closed eyes
For with a hit of now this dream shall sever
Cause a memory’s all it can be
From then till now and since forever
Bless me with one more moment
After I’ve run out of mine
And in it I’ll spend a thousand years
Redefining appreciation with the happiest of tears
And will know the true value of time