Drop or Dream

It's not the thunder in the distance
Nor the rain, falling now
The peeks and whispers in the forest
Waiting just to drown
In every single precious moment
In every drop or dream
As the darkened sky rips open
Revealing fragile seams

It's not the clouds that press onward
Traveling their ancient heaven's roads
It's not the fact that we are here now
Stranded all alone
As the sun dips down to the horizon
And gently fades away
We see that we should always be
Wondering this way

To a path of infinite
Of humble passer-bys
Where thoughts are soon just simple
And never of sin's eye
Through greed and wrath and devastation
Where embers tend to go
With the hope of such a miracle
A phoenix from it grows

Everything is washed clean
Like the world after the storm
Where everything is silent
And each embrace is warm
The questions all are answered
And it never matters how...

There is always thunder in the distance...

There's always rain- falling down...