Pouring

It’s pouring out,

down the west coast beach.

Rain is pouring in

and all about.

It’s pouring tears,

rolling down lost cheeks.

Sea water salt is penetrating

and haunting my soul.

It’s pouring down stream,

and making smiles turn into aches.

Lovers wed out there

and bend around turns here.

It’s pouring out,

I can hear the birds singing.

Seeing the waves crashing,

I can only but think of you.

It’s pouring heartless actions,

among all the lovers.

I remain cold with a warm inside,

while waiting for you.

It’s pouring stirred emotions,

as the bay sounds its flute.

The orchestra of kingdoms

are ignited during my chivalry.

It’s pouring out,

through my endless search.

I’ve found you melting like stone

in the deepest part of my heart.

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.02.24.15:18:09@TheBeachStPetersburgFL