Breakwater
Stoic in the face of the rain,
I watch it wash
the stars from the sky
And fill the gutters
with their softly twinkling light.
A glittering deluge
To flood my pain
And flow over broken barriers.
A tsunami of awkward reasons
To hide my fear of drowning alone.
Chris Dawson
Mon 7th Feb 2011 13:17
Like this very much, but feels as if there should be more.
Cx