2001-08-13 - 9:46 p.m.

I've danced in fields of wild flowers

and soured above the silver clouds

I've dreamed unihibited in the sunshine of life

but now it is time for the rain again

It sneaks in on deceptive silver clouds

but it slowly turns dark

the bright sunshine yields to a darker side

and the wildflowers hide among the grass

The silver clouds turn black with time

and heavily burdened with rain

and the water flows

and the soul retreats

afraid and huddled amongst the storm

the storm that rages powerful against the will

against hope

the thunder is loud the lightening strikes close

from time to time the rain lessens

as if a ray of light might break through the gloom

but the rain returns in torrents

It drowns the wild flowers

The memories of the sunshine fade

the soul paces in its silent prison

restlessness, fear, doubt

and the storm rages on.

Someday the sunshine will come again

the wildflowers will grow

and these things shall be brigter

they will be more beatiful

and the soul will dance again

wilder and more passionate because of the rain it has known.