Down Pour

Down Pour.

A bright, clear moon in the mist of…
The beginning, the height of dreams.
That follow the days that watch over [me].
The down pour of messes to conjure.
To bring the clouds to bust up the city.
Casting it away from nightmares.

I’m new; never letting go though.
Not leaving your hand nor your heart behind.
-Its mine in this down pour!-
Lights to explode in time.
The fragments to collide to the ground…
To sprinkle the past to vanish.

[My beginning, my down pour.]