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Gloomy Gray Skies

Gloomy Gray Skies

Rain Falls from the Gloomy Gray Skies.
Each drop Severs a Withering Leaf from a Tree Branch.
Small Beads of Water Execute their Duty
As Effectively as if They were Small Razor Sharp Blades.
The Power of Rain to Nourish and End Life is Absolute.
Another Paradox in the Cycle of Nature's Power.
Dreams are Meant to Awaken the Soul.
The Impossible Projects in the Theaters Of Our Minds.
There are no Seats Empty in the House.
The Audience has Our Full Attention.
Quiet like a Cold Winter Snow Covered Night.
There is a Beginning, Middle and End.
We Seldom Understand the Metaphor.
Symbols Bubble up from the Deep Unconscious Mind,
Like Thick Black Crude Spilling from an Obscure Oil Well Hidden
In our Long Forgotten Hinterlands.
Some Dreams Attach to Our Memories.
They Assume a place in our Personal History.
Death Comes Often to Those Who Have no True Self.
Transitions from the Mundane to Enlightenment
Are Seldom Welcomed by the Ordinary Ego.
Anonymous Lovers Dance to Strange Music.
Their Faces are Often Covered,
Their Genitalia are often Exposed.
A Fantasiful Chance Meeting with a Lover We will Never Know.
We awaken Reluctantly,
Returning to the Reality of the Routine.
The Unexciting Breath of Another Day.
We Hope for a Chance to Experience the Night's Tale.
To Experience One Brief Unexpected Episode in
The Awesomeness of Being Alive.
The Dreams never Stop.
Our Desires never Die.
And the Rain Almost Always Falls from Gloomy Gray Skies.

Kevin S. "Kiki" Merigian © December 2015
Posted by Kevin Merigian at 11:38 AM
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