A poem about a mystical being with a strange woman, both being bonded by love. |
She stood in the pouring rain Feeling only her pain All that she knew was how deep it hurt As the rain soaked through her shirt Where she cried out to the Universe only to know... In her heart her true feelings would show Then she saw something that looked like a mystical being all white Where she thought it was an apparition in her own sight. The mystical being reached out its hand to her When she took it made her feel secure They walked in silence in the rain and once again... She could feel the pain subsiding not so acute Where the both of them where mute Not a sound came out or a voice to be heard Except that she knew there was no need of word. They walked for a time each in their own thought With every step of the way that they fought To fight the strength of their feelings they hide The mystical being turned his eyes they where cold as ice but she knew they where warm inside There was a sense that the mystical being was nice she felt it warm in her heart and soul as she transmitted her heart to make it whole. All of a sudden she felt warm and dry as the mystical being held her hand She knew that they had reached dry land The rain had stopped and now she was able to find her way The mystical being was it's time to go, she knew that he wasn't meant to stay. She watched him leave and her heart was torn for she felt forlorn And knew that deep in her heart he would be Where she knew the mystical being would be a memory Where she would hold it deep in her heart and know that with every step they wouldn't part. |