The rain drops on my window panes
Have long dried up
And the sky is a clear blue
Inviting to flight
I still wish for the rain

The rain seems to bring
Nothing , but an gnawing absence
Of your voice and eyes
And in it's stillness haunts
Mocks my soul

Why is the blue so irrelevant to the grey
Or the bright morning such a passé
And why does the derelict mind seek
A corner, away from the light
Maybe the light is in your imagery
Maybe, i am lost into that darkness.