When rain sets in

When rain sets in and candles flicker listless in the air,

a sense of loneliness creeps unnoticed through the door

to drape like silken robes over shoulders of the old

and bring a kind of comfort to the coldness of alone.

Illusions of the night flitter through a brain in pain

as sighs escape from lips into the atmosphere

to freeze and hang immobile from ceiling to the floor

like statues in a park sculptured from unfeeling stone.

But out of sight a better life dances on the beach

to captivate and catapult the lonely into dreams

where warmth of fantasy trespasses in a mind

until the sun in silent mode announces a new day.

Then star dust in once hopeful eyes dies in reality

and lies beyond the lids waiting to rise again

for when the time is right, there’ll be no lonely nights

but a peace and a love greater than a human’s dreams.

Soon stories will be told of how life began again,

of how fables old are true, and of how a human being

regained the right to see a better, grander, view

than falling rain and candles that flicker listless in the air!