Posted on November 1, 2007 by Matthew
its a rainy night.
traffic lights smear through the pavement
making it simple to weep
without wandering eyes
And hard to sleep
Because tomorrow is dry
The wet has a way
of grounding
The scattered and drifting thoughts
Of sounding the bell
for the herd to punch the clock
Like a settling of dust
On the floor of the brain
retreating within
Justified by the rain
Why do the storms
Make it okay to stop
the sunshine glorify
Racing the clock
Give me a rainy night
Before a thousand sunny days
That I may come alive
This heart of simple ways
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That’s what we’ve been missing.
Beautiful.
sigh. all is right in the world. matthew coffee… matthew blog. i’m good now.
I completely agree with PB
where have you been my friend?
Awesome stuff,Man.
Love YA!
MEGS