Rain

Drip. Drop. The heavens cry tonight.
The stars have been prisoned above
By clouds that devoured their light.
Shadow of an eagle hunting a white dove.

Drip. Drop. I feel your tears tonight
On my cheeks. I can't tell if its mine
Or yours. No moon nor moonlight
To reflect upon the sorrow undivine.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
End feels so far, and water clings
To me and my second skin and
My soul feels so drenched in this
That I feel like I'd never be dry.
As heavens cry. So do I.