Status: A poem collection by MrDraperyFalls.
Cinerous Drops of November Rain.
Whispers to The Icy Glaze
It always went this way, for as long as I can remember...
Ever since that Winter I went into the backyard.
When the time arrived before the 25th of December,
I would grab my telescope and converse deeply with the stars.
All the others would be asleep, when I rose quietly from bed...
Waiting for morning's sheets to be ripped and torn apart.
The door would creak open slowly, peeking through with my head.
And I marveled at the beautiful glimmers of the dark.
How I wanted them so, to be forever mine.
While the others wanted perishable things for their pleasure.
Billions of frozen dots, some flashing in hooked lines.
They were photos to my Kodak, and I kept them as treasures.
I wrapped them in my captivating stare.
But always the next morning, they never were there.
Ever since that Winter I went into the backyard.
When the time arrived before the 25th of December,
I would grab my telescope and converse deeply with the stars.
All the others would be asleep, when I rose quietly from bed...
Waiting for morning's sheets to be ripped and torn apart.
The door would creak open slowly, peeking through with my head.
And I marveled at the beautiful glimmers of the dark.
How I wanted them so, to be forever mine.
While the others wanted perishable things for their pleasure.
Billions of frozen dots, some flashing in hooked lines.
They were photos to my Kodak, and I kept them as treasures.
I wrapped them in my captivating stare.
But always the next morning, they never were there.