tempting
to overwork

The rain

It`s raining down
the empty lonliness
of used feelings,
the hearts of dreams
in dry shadows,
leaving
all like it was
and probably never will be
and the wishes
trembling
like tears
in the cold of the life.

It`s raining down
the sadness
of the passing by
and looking back,
the names
of the things,
the ways
the human choose
and the thoughts
in the words.

It`s raining down
the greatness
of compassion
into the human beings,
the joy to be,
the sleeping sorrows
and the wordless
hapiness;
it`s raining down...