The night rain falls
Little man tap dance a story
Whispers of composure make their way down in streams
“I wonder if I will ever meet you again.”
The current might be uncontrollable and strong
But, everything has a way to bend and turn
How long will it take for the morning to take its turn?
The answer seems endless, twinkling hits everything that falls
Sweet music of silence makes a cheerful story
Ground control to the goodbye kissed souls that got swept into feeble streams
“I wonder if I will ever meet you again.”
Warm memories will one day make us stronger
Witness, nobody knows their strength
Nobody knows when it is going to be their turn
To weakly fall
Into the oblivion that captures a elegant indifferent story
In the end we will all touch dirty steams
“I wonder if I will ever meet you again.”
Promise to never wash away again
The backbone of heartfelt droplets that can make the affected hold on stronger
Forevermore, supply countless showers before a parched sun begins turning
The pools of the shallow will drain into deepest darkest raged falls
Lets keep moving down this flowing story
While, dispersed murky water makes it way to a steam
Follow the tranquil steams
“I wonder if I will ever meet you again.”
Through aged beauty of the wet twilight are strong
Forget the wind and destiny that will take their bends and turns
And that the desires of other moonlight sparkles that have fallen
Sweet taste of untouched cement wants apart of the story
This night rain story
Makes its way down into empty mouths of steams
One last whisper of composure – “I wonder if I will ever meet you again.”
The current is too uncontrollable and strong
Lets pretend the little man will forever take their turn
Since, the night rain has not fallen
The countless falling all have gleaming stories
Hopefully there will be a meeting again where the streams bend
When the strong moist cement gives way and the parched sun takes it’s turn
