Eclipses' Angel

Dear Ms.

Blue skys can fall like rain,
Just like the Rain.
When blue skys come again,
Please come again.
Keep on walking
If you hear my voice.
The sky won’t mind.
But as for me,
Its cold in your shadow.
How can I be lost in your lies?
Why don’t you come with me?
Pull the covers up to your chin.
I use to think you were an angel.
I don’t want to dream again that I’m falling,
I’ve never held you in my arms,
Or your hands in mine.
I want to feel the wind from you wings.

August 2007
Cordell Rich