tears in a bucket....

raining, raining, rain these tears of vain.......

water the flowers with this ocean of tears
cool the burning fire of fears

rain but, no rainbow.....

rain is falling but it just feels so grey.
no rainbow to bring magic to the clouds
just damp and meek.

sometimes that is the way things are. The darkness has invaded, hidden all the light and starts feeling permanent. but the sun is always there behind the clouds and when we cant see it, or feel its warmth, envision its glow.

angels again..............

When worries start to take their toll, and life is overwhelming, child visions are my comfort. feeling caged in modern mayhem, i have to retreat to my imagination. the torment eases and my anxious heart finds a peaceful rhythm.

habitual harsh judgements, sadness and fear fade when i think of someone watching. just standing there patiently waiting. it is my personification of compassion.