October Rain
by
Cheryl Raye
Hiding behind the shadows
Of a dream that doesn't live.
Inside-among the willows,
But, where is there one to give?
A path has been left behind
For one which was unforeseen.
Waiting for time to rewind,
And resurrection of the dream.
Years of learning how to fall
Have taken a toll on my spirit.
The futuire has sputtered a stall:
Living beyond life's limits.
Does reality have a name,
When vitality begins to wane?
Or, is loneliness to blame
For this endless October Rain?