The Parade

May 24, 2009 - Sunday


The rain has finally fallen
The drops of sweet relief.
They march in my parade.

The skies are finally cloudy
and I can inhale again.

Can you hear them singing, as they fall onto the ground?
I can and hear them screaming,
Calling to us now.
They tell us how to leave our lives, the ones we've mangled and destroyed,
and how to live in peace and love
and march in their parade.

This is the new dawn for me.
This is a brand new page.
There is no wind within my reach, but I can feel the winds of change.

I remember now, the nightmares keep my lights on bright
but maybe for the raindrops sake,
I'll at least dim them tonight.

With another few last words ringing in my ears
and the fact that dad's arm around me was the same as all those years
Except this time I didnt cry when he left.
I have no more expectations.
He'll come again, when he needs me, but not before.

Maybe it's the raindrops echoing of his knuckles on my door.
Maybe they're just matching harmonics to the beating of my heart.

Irregular and heavy
it moves me to the soul.

I wonder if yours matches mine too,
and if you're willing to take the toll.

If you say you are, and if you say you're ready,
then believe me when I say the rain is marching to my parade,
for your heart too.

And together, our irregular is steady.
12:20 AM