Somewhere between
the break of dawn and fall of dusk
another day spawned.
Looking for meaning in the
meaningless
measuring the depth of the
bottomless.
Waiting for life to fill some color
in my mind,
some excitement in my being,
the way the rains do.
For the rain, it falls steadily
it pours in sheets,
cleansing the earth,
everything within and without.
The search for someone who'd make me
feel the way the rains do,
is all this is all
about.
