Untitled #3

This is another one of the poems I've had problems with, mainly because I was trying to write (once again!) about something that's never happened to me. Well, aside from the first stanza; it really was raining and snowing at the same time in Ft. Wayne the day I wrote this. ï¿½1992 Raine Wynd

it's early april and it's snowing rain
i shiver as i wander aimlessly
through the streets of this not-quite-home-towm
where i am legally a stranger
(yesterday i said goodbye)

the clouds are dark and heavy with rain
i can't shake this feeling of loss
as though i just turned on the tv
to watch a show that's forty-five minutes old

III

it's early spring but the tulips are dying
from the sudden cold that ices my heart
yesterday the sun burned a flame in my soul
but today there's just this empty downpour

(i ask heaven why but heaven won't reply
to the agonized cry of a non-believer
even if it did i wouldn't know what it was
i never could see the trees for the forest

and even as the modern-day dark knight
came riding up to the princess' tower
to sell her a magic mirror from a disney tale
there was little he--or i--could do that hadn't been done)

tomorrow's dreams died without a sound
when the thunder roared in fury
i'll never hold a little princess in my arms
or teach her not to walk alone in the rain

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