This poem is called The Rain

Clearly, the willow reaches depths into me…
Lifting all that I am…
Revealing all that my heart bleeds…
Shard pieces of what lays in ruin …
My eyes roll back to black…
Bach ,lamenting soldier’s suicide …
Attempts to blind me by his enslaved deceit …
Yet I still stand upon this mountain top...
The plains I see completely…
Beyond the veil of mere deception…
Two worlds away of dual perception…
Perplexing… reflections…
Eyes of glory yet continue leading my way…
I never told you I was a messenger…
As I watch you waver so immaturely …
Our love lying naked…..wounded from the cuts of your sword…
Beneath shadows of a blind man’s dream…
Trembles of what lays foretold…
Unrevealed seams of our bittersweet gleam…
I awaken to a place of darkened trust…
Fearless …
Feeling within your shame…
I taste your core of wretchedness…
Raining down unto my soul…
X-hell-ing to enter your heart once more…
Intentions to obliterate all that you once were…
I consume your essence of devilish pursuit …
Hindering this forbidden fruit from ever loving you…
As a voice beyond me whispers “forgive”…
I let go…
Guided by an illuminated soul …
As visuals of love now take full control…
Ensnared by the fate …
I always knew I’d love to hate…
Seven candle sticks lit flickering …
Flames burning iris’s blank stare…
The moon turns to black…
Yet why do I still see you here?
Variances of madd penetrations ….
Obsession cries without…
Gifted confabulations...
Embracing your soul from blackened clouds...
I scream in agony…
God’s given dream…
Entrusting me to take your pain…
Radiant’s gloom comes crashing in...
But not in vain…
Screaming our name of horrid destiny …
I cry…
Held inside captive…
As your tormenting tongue shreds…
I die once more inside your name…
Two soldiers of love…
Lost in love…
Still falling …
The Rain...