filtered memories
filtered memories
a shadow of what was lost
rain in the darkness
filtered memories
a shadow of what was lost
rain in the darkness
with a steady beat
soaking deep within the earth
a visiting rain
slip between the drops
within the damp smell of earth
get lost in the rain
wearing of privilege
with natural arrogance
the fights worth fighting
reflecting on life
with happiness to have friends
on this thanksgiving
in the dark and grey
a rain drop in the downpour
hiding in plain sight
words are important
but can be used to distract
actions matter more
poor start to the day
the grumpies are visiting
grains in my coffee
awake in the night
my dreams just drifting away
beating sounds of rain
waiting out the night
rain tapping on my window
gray light of morning