Drops of light rain down from heaven,
Holding within their vibrant reflections,
Meanings derived from sparkling dreams,
Once thought lost from within the weave.
Dreams of things humanity should have learned,
Had the arc or history not always so swiftly turned.
Now all I can see is the light that falls,
Tears from heaven,
The lessons we failed to learn.
Here I sit starting at my screen,
Trying to translate unreadable text,
Just for some extra knowledge,
Some meaning derived from a foreign poetic breath.
How strange this feeling,
Of wanting to know,
The the meaning of the unreadable poem.
Ash seeks fire for meaning,
So to do I seek such meaning.
But is there fire in this world.
Or only smoldering ash.
I seek the truth,
If nothing else.
Fog of dreams,
Swimming through a thick jam.
When things I forgot,
Eggs for some reason,
But I probably shouldn’t eat them.
Lost in the mist,
And the fog.
Here you will find,
With the you,
You are now,
And see the world,
In unsightly clarity.
I got to say,
I find it odd how,
You always find a way,
To blame everyone but yourself,
For the way your life has come to be.
That horrible things,
Have happened to you,
As the months have passed,
And the years have outlasted.
But now those times are gone,
And you can’t seem to move on.
It comes for you,
Means so much more then yours ever will.