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The Day You Left (Words From A Half-Remembered Dream)

Wake Wake Wake

It Is In The Rain

Dream Goblins Of The Night



Wake And Remember

Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business

In March (Finally, Spring 2016)

All For Algernon

Weak In The Knees

The Finisher's Song

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

If I Could Be The Sky...

It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)

Yes, You--There

With Words, I See A World I No Longer Fit In

Unknowing

Two Better Pasttimes. ( A Bit O' Rant)

All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)

How I Think That About Every One...

In Layers

Old Hunters Of The Fall

Silent Endings

All In The Family (Family, What A Concept)

Call This Our Autumn

Small Sentry

All Too Clearly Now

Evidence

Afterwards...

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It Is In The Rain


Sometimes
the rain doesn't sound
like rain at all.
Sometimes
the rain sounds more like
a waterfall,
and its tears speak
of sorrows
your own voice cannot tell.
And the lark sings a song
your heart knows all too well.
One of pain.
One of longing.
One of being tucked in far away within
yourself.
You have no words for it
but you've found it--
its the sound
of the rain.

(I woke up with these simple words in my head.)

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Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World.






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