THE RAIN MAN AND THE MOON

The Rain Man and the Moon

He stands in twilight, dreaming now

Of all he could have been

The hero rushing toward the foe

Like an eagle on the wind.

He tastes the sweetness, bitter tinged

Of life and love and loss

The pile of treasures in his heart

Grown higher with each toss.

He thinks about the eagerness

He felt to tackle such

Before he knew the false from true

Before he knew too much.

When every day was holiday

And every night was bliss

When love would fall there at his call

In a lovely stranger's kiss.

Round every corner, beckoned

Adventures for his soul

Searching high and low and far

For glitter and for gold.

Till thieves broke in and robbed him

Took eagerness and bliss

Bound him in his own gold chains

And left him lost like this.

But he has one, last precious gift

That can't be lost or taken

He holds it there, this gift so rare

In a soul that feels forsaken.

The Rain Man reaches out his hand

Beholds the moon up high

Begs for rain on parched dry land

With teardrops in his eyes.

The moon looks down from heaven

Beholds the Rain Man's pleas

Sends a message to the clouds

As the man falls to his knees.

The thunder wakes in fury

The lightning lifts her face

The rain falls round the Rain Man's feet

And he thanks the sky for grace.

So little now, does he have left

This gift, this wondrous thing

To make it rain, to ease the pain

Still makes his sad heart sing.

He stands in moonlight, smiling now

When the storm has passed and flown

Shining in the moon's embrace

Till the lonely night has gone.

©by Voo

May 03, 08

7:16 p.m.

*thanks Mark C. for your face above*