TAPPING OF THE RAIN

Sitting here as I hear the rain tapping upon the window pane as I sit here within the silents of my thought of my thoughts as I am here as the rain falls outside my window as I listen to the beat of my own heart of heart, but as I sit here and hear the rain as my mind goes down memory lane as I am reminded of the last time when it rained and we were together as one a love I felt would never end in the rain.                                                              
                                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                  But here I sit alone as it rains from up above upon my inner soul reopening my true inner thoughts about us from once upon a time like a echo from the past but yet still apart of my heart and mind even my inner soul, even though time has pass between you and I once lovers in life for you still walk the chambers of my mind, pulling at the very strings attached to my heart deep down inside of my skin flesh and blood as you still keep touching my heart through my inner spiritual soul.