Rain falls down on my face.
As I look to the stars,
darkness covers my world.
I look for my identity.
Wind blows toward me blocking
my pathway to the future.
Then I look back and remember
all the moments we shared.

Now only a memory.
I remember your face.
Eyes sparkle blue
like the sun glistening off of the ocean.
Your smile makes the rain and wind die.
And the sun shines once more.
But in reality the rain is continuous
and endless like the stars in the sky.
It falls down hard,
and I drown in it.

Poetry © by Mark Ballard