a brown stocking cap pulled down
a strong gray rain failing down
never enough time to bring a dream
gently to a safe harbor
i’m sensing a storm that has been brewing
from a slow drip to a steady stream
infused with a helical twist
i’m seeing both sides now
he’s certainly no stranger to pain
if only there was another place to put it
instead it seeps out in a broadcast
trying to stay clear of interference
i always wished i could realize
that indelible image that exists inside
and show him a graceful way
to move through this fractured life
expectations from a blackboard
falling down with a heady pace
in another time I’d climb that hill
and unlock that gold glass door
