Expand your Worlds
Here come the melancholy rains;
the sky that blooms
in serious shades of gray,
clouds towering high
then sinking real low
to become mist
when the rains stop.
I wonder if the world
feels like I do;
wading through
a sense of expectancy
as if worlds should merge
in the stillness after the rain
bringing a rebirth without
the pain, the sorrow,
it is a new beginning.
Melancholy sighs
as the sun burns off the mist
and once again reality;
evident pains and sorrows
whispers of dreams behind
closed eyes; the world awaits
the lover, the fairy,
the kindly queen.
Come again rain
and drown these sorrows,
merge the worlds and unleash
the power of fantasy within.
Become the person
in your sleeping head
and expand your worlds
©2008 Mysty Johnson
