Life is Like

Listen for the storm

Yellow moonlight died

Silent upon a word unsaid

Dreams be upon my bed.

Dripping rain upstairs

Came upon to find a glare

In waking hour, rays came sing this o' song

mumble of the wind.

Skirling of the pass

Stars drops splattered upon

Gave thus a qualm

To find inside calm.

A voice set upon

Sang banshee wind

Came out to cry

I've done my part it's time to die.

"Upon, Then Rain"