Tuesday morning rain

Tuesday morning rain.

It may seem depressing,

but listen carefully.

Listen to the song it plays

with many harmonies

on the grass,

the trees,

the rooftops,

the sidewalks.

Listen to the song it plays

and you will hear 

not Tuesday morning rain,

but a symphony.

Tuesday morning rain.

New poem- It's been awhile

All aboard!

Charlie, this is your train, don’t think
or miss it
I know your heart wants here
but as soon as the train departed
the poison of lost dreams would flow
from your heart
you will find that leaving is bitter
it’s own poison
for this world
which there is no antidote for
although the pain can be subdued
through dreams
and failures

either way is an end
but one is change
and you know how it ends here


and maybe the only consolation in leaving
is the fulfillment of curiosity in learning
a different end
a new beginning
unpredictable things

go