Passing Rain

Passing Rain
Promises built on a foundation of mud..
And, yes...
It is too late to keep these promises
Ghosts of what a friend use to mean.
I feel as though I am struggling to find myself,
Needing to make up all of the time I have wasted, - to find myself?
Finally catching up I rest - panting, gasping, and trying to catch my breath
And I fall behind as the golden leaves once again fall into my palms.
The scene is surreal.
The wind whisks up the leaves and they brush against my legs as I stand still
Totally numb from all feeling.
Give me something, for I can not take this...
As you sit at an all you can eat character assassination feast
This is the night
With me as the main show.
And once again I am in the car stuck in the mud, wheels spinning
The drivers sick of this game with Nature - screaming to the sky for help
And still getting no where.
I Scream for you.
So loudly that the glass shatters and crashes upon my faith and crumbles to the earth
It is not about religion. It is about faith...
That one thing stretches deeper and wider into me than anything else,
Like the purified water that trickles off of my skull.
I don't really know what I'm asking anymore..
In fact I think I've lost myself in the question...
So I bow my head and return to the maker, helpless as I always have been.
I need your help to get through this
Forgive me for ever losing sight,
I was blind, like those words you whispered in my ear.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2003