YOUR VOICE

been a week since I heard your voice,

All other sounds are now just noise.

It is something that I hold very dear,

My morning bell and midnight cheer.

Though, eternally withing my heart it plays,

For there it forever lays.

Listening to you speak and speak,

like the first few drops of heavens leak.

Your voice is that which will keep me sober,

Or intoxicated till this life's over.

Its power on me you know of nought,

The kind that I had never thought.

For you ill work the days and nights,

Being close to you, my only right.

I hope someday from his heart you'll tear,

But not with sadness pain and despair.

But with joy and will to move on,

Right into my hearts lawn.

He will hate me forever though,

And for a while he'll lie low.

But then someday he'll be back,

And my heart he will try to crack.

That day will be the test of love,

That shall happens what's planned above.

If that test we can withstand,

We'd be the prime lovers of the land.

I can promise you now till dying age,

Upon this world, the earthly stage.

RAIN

He woke up one night, his heart in pain,
and looked to the sky, urged it to rain.

The Gods looked down, looking for him,
Sensing contempt, right up to brim.

Thundered a voice, right in his ear,
"Rain never it shall, where you are dear."

Was that real, or was it imagined to be,
He waited to watch, waited to see.

Staying where he was, did rain never come,
He packed his bags, set in pursuit of some.

Wherever he went, rain didn't cross,
Cursed was he, wherever he was.

Determined the youth was, arrogant at his age,
Wanting to write his own words, on life's empty page.

He travelled the lands, to every corner he went,
Lived anywhere, till his back was bent.

But the his pursuit of rain, never did die,
And at last, he looked again to the sky.

"Rain you now, or stay forever forbiden,
Lifes alwasy been a desert, my love hidden."

The Gods in heaven, again looked down,
Seeing the mans face in smile, heart in frown.

Forgoten was contempt, forgoten was the curse,
Down came the rain, out of natures purse.

It came down hard, hard enough to kill,
The young soul, who'd enjoyed it still.

The soul was young, the body was not,
And so his end, the rain had wrought.

With issues none, into the sky he stared,
At last the Gods, for him had cared.

He passed away,rendered a peaceful one,
His tombstone read,"Finally, the rain hath come"