The fallen tears of empty vessels
shed droplets of crimson, washing
away memories that once inhabited
this now still statue of innocence meaning.

A landscape of abstract oppression where
everyday a new creation upon the heavens
falls and what was is now a contrast of before.

Children dream in solitude listening to the rain
falling, hoping that one bead will not linger upon
their location crumbling there home like paper mache.

Friends lie crumpled and silent, there tears
fall on dusty memories, and then they hear the
ominous recurring motions that rain falls once more.