Sound on the window
Falling soft and light
With pleasant breeze
Embracing with smile
Singing lullaby
And pluviophilic me
Early to bed early to rise
Makes a person healthy, wealthy and wise
Was the doctrine high
Presuming fly to land of dreams
Wishing to forget worries and trouble
Ends tossing and turning all night
While in the bed I sprawl
Closing the eyes in despair
Is it the sleep I wish to know?
There’s something in the way he stares, A silence caught in the air. Not words, not touch, yet still it speaks, A glance that lingers, soft ...