while it rains in dulcet tones, summersongs drip from the leaves and rainbows peek out of puddles rippling in notes of blue. thoughts of rain keep me up while i play my tunes with little thought to tomorrow’s hazy dawn.rainsmith,
the night carves out iridescent verse amidst stormy collisions of the soul in a soliloquy with the rainsmith. with piano toned and lilted lyrics from moonshine puddles ‘twixt silences which make leaves rustle.till reality rings out and the song voice
Somewhere there is a book lost elsewhere so we would never look. Yellowed parchment the color of sunsets and kisses words the shape of lullabies in foreign tongues and the floaty things you see when you close your eyes. Where
velvet wrapped memories kept out of sight promises and hopes, wrapped in cream sunset cellophane poems and letters with words that just seemed right without a second thought the whispered precious few moments when we dreamed happy of waking up
