In Cold Rain

In cold rain, you can feel my pain
The wet trickle of spine
The sharp fold of blades that pierce your twitching heart
Only you can feel the rough steel
Twisting through the days we've been apart

In wind's damp days
You'll find that bird of song and praise
High on the roost of the eggs it lays
Enamored with you as you were with it's ways
In silence now it stays

As the sun rises
Hope springs in different guises
And through your solemn eyes
You who always scorned my sweet surprises
Shall see it form in all it's shapes and sizes

The moon sparks
Though not at night you'll find it's cold remarks
Nor in its sight you'll feel its cratered arcs
But striking love below the silver trees within its parks
I'll be on horizons over which your life embarks.