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 I think about my life, where it's been, where it is, and where it's going. I wonder why, And I think about you. I hear the wind as it begins to increase its efforts in the eternal process of moving the clouds around. I remember him; how he stole my childhood, and left me in a million pieces. I wonder why, And I think about you. I notice how the clouds grow in size as they relentlessly come nearer me, and my thin window pane. I remember them, the horror, their words echoing in my head, the lights flickering until I thought I would scream one last fearful scream. I wonder why, And I think about you. I see blackness permeating the silver, and white froth of the wind blown clouds that now cover my world. I remember the lonely years of saying I do when I wanted so much to say I don't. I wonder why, And I think about you. Lightning pierces the sky, and strikes the unsuspecting ground, shattering the quiet in the earths ferdant green. I hear lost words reverberating in my soul; coming from the shadows of my heart. I wonder why, And I think about you. Tears fall from my eyes in unison with the sheets of descending rain coming from the blackened sky. Melodies of words about standing on the mountain, and swimming in the sea wash over me, and mingle with my tears, and the pouring rain. I wonder why, And I think about you. The clouds, and the rain surround my entire existance, like a soft warm comforter. Memories of being wrapped in a blanket of safety, and promised love surround me, and hold me through the night. I wonder why, And I think about you. The rain beats an incessant rythmn on my roof, and lulls me into a ficticious serenity. Words of love, and desire pound into my heart until I look into my mirror and see who's there. I wonder why, And I think about you. Thunder rolls across the earth rumbling, and shaking the very foundation of my life, and my home. My mind runs away, and takes my aching body with it, seeking solace in the words. I wonder why, And think about you. The wind changes course, and moves the blackened clouds, and downfall of rain away from my view. The disillusionment of my life, and my dreams overwhelm me. I wonder why, And think about you. I sit alone at my window, and notice the sun peeping out from behind the erstwhile storm. I think about my lonely new life, the one I had before, and what will become of it all. I wonder why, And think about you. ©2000 Candalee Swayze |
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