A rainy day

For tears to fill up the heart’s meadow,
a rainy day is all that I need.
Images of the young soccer days do flow,
green grass, rain drops, brown puddles to shield.
Why do they also bring along,
the essence of the ever changing face?
Chiming along the never dying song,
of love and its inseparable maze.
Isn’t a rainy day supposed to be,
a friend of thou and not a foe?
Then why does my mind quiver and not become free?
like leaves exposed under the dark sky’s shadow.
       Bring back to me nothing but the childhood dreams
       Filled only with misty mornings and rainbow beams

runaway …

Young bird! Are thou lost o’er the sea?
Without a goal, thou seem to fly
Running from whom, hiding from thee?
Like all before, thou deem to die

For I have known, having sadness to own
Years of tears, my eyes in drought
Problems are thine and thine alone
Without a fight, life’s all but lost