just be...

Together we spend sunny days,
Lazing on in evening haze,
Happy, young, healthy - free were we.
So many nights with starry skies,
Smiling into each other's eyes,
We could not see a better way "to be".

But best for me were nights of rain,
The sound of midnight passing trains,
You never asked me why - you understood.
The sun was yours, the rain all mine,
And when perchance did intertwine,
This us of all - so good - as be it should.

The love we came to realize,
Grew stronger watching each sunrise,
Moments in love stretching to the dawn.
But rain and sun became undone,
Like the difference between all and none,
The sun obscured by cloudy curtains drawn.

But rain still fell from a great height,
From twilight on and through each night,
I watched and stared while a nothing crept inside.
Still came the passing midnight trains,
And staring through dim window panes,
Only then could silence and memory confide.

If all our memories like raindrops fell,
I would kneel into their splish-splash knell,
And to each and every falling drop I'd pray.
To turn the rain to water - water wine,
And intoxicate with providence divine,
To somehow be with you on all the sunny days.

I would hear inside the sibilant refrains,
The wisdom each drop of rain contains,
And find a way through the vale of tears to see.
Like the reason behind the random glance,
Or the act before the circumstance,
See through the mystery so we again could be.

But deep inside the wet pell-mell,
Are ringing chimes and tolling bells,
No stars to guide the way, no light to see.
It's like the curious etiquette
Of blindfold and last cigarette
For the man who will soon be "not to be".

And while I search for what most I miss,
I find instead in all of this,
A labyrinth maze of days of future past.
The chances that were never taken,
All the roads that were forsaken,
This is the always legacy of what's left last.

So to the deepest hinterland,
This sadness, madness I remand,
A thing which has been done - can't be undone.
Beyond all reason, behind all rhyme,
Outside of space and without time,
Is a place exactly where is born each new sun.

And when all things have come to pass,
When no more is the darkened looking glass,
The sun will come again to meet the rain.
How and when I do not know,
But it is written, it is so,
And no longer will I watch the rain in vain.