Raining out and in my soul,
Falling where my slow steps go.
Sodden bits of thoughts still cling;
Never will my spirit sing.
Is this life? Then set me free.
Is this faith? I don’t believe.
The dreary wet of all these woes
Drives me downward to my foes.
Soon perhaps the pour will cease;
I could maybe find relief.
Till that time this weary tramp
Leads me further through the damp.
09.20.19
The earth along its course
Divides the constant light;
Ne’er Sun nor moon can force
Their fulgence through the night.
Yet as the sun and moon
By fate are torn apart,
Together they are hewn
And each reveals its heart.
The sight of blood on high,
Is beauty made of grief;
An emblem in the sky
Of what you are to me.
For though the moon and sun
Are riven to the core,
And sundered one from one,
A beauty forms once more.
We watch the moon turn red,
A rose encased above,
The stars a diamond bed,
Beneath the sign of love.
01.28.19
Nathaniel West Clark 