Memories of Passing Strangers ( The Rain)

Vendago

Open hearts and haunting ways I realize

Angels are really just demons in disguise.

I saw God in the reflection of his shame

Reaching for him, pulling him from his pain.

I box my ears from the pierce of his hollow scream

there's empty where you once stood.

I moan my selfish prayers into your ear

and promise to follow you into Hell.

As long as you promise to keep me near.

My tainted wants and the severed bonds,

they drop flatly from my lips into the decaying palms

of my hands.

The sky was lit a bright gold

and light feathers slowly rained in beautiful chaos.

I cried happy tears for you so old

thinking . . . waiting . . .

and still you were no where in sight.

I sat wrapped in the bitterness of my spite.

I'm often reminded of the times when we were young

and how the truth flew by like summer's haze

I can hardly see you now because I'm lost in the blaze

Time only echoes what we've already guessed

The warm sun on my face, a breeze tingling in my chest

And the smile that lit up the dark as we followed the lightning bugs glow.

Taking the crickety, rockety road back home.