poem of the day December 23 

What if all the rain

was full of everything

that ever did we dream

All thoughts and hopes

of everyone falling back

to where we came 

Drops mixed with souls 

we never meet 

except within this ball

Each drip a memory

from deep inside 

deep inside our walls

Which one of these

would belong to you?

Which one would

belong to me?

It's hard to say

in a driving rain

with mixed up destiny