nashville skies

Nashville skies

Sometimes i picture myself

standing in the nashville rain

beneath the dark and desolate skies

as they unleash their hell onto mine

a far-fetched thought is cemented in my mind

hammered over and over with each falling drop

a repetitive pain renewed and ripped raw

an inescapable symptom of imagination

a familiar ring from the skies

and all seemingly stands still

as your heavenly voice emerges

and needles turn to rays

love’s pyrrhic bitterness appears an unmatched storm

unfit for the the supposed simplicity of life

until the moment your voice is heard

and the nashville skies shine anew

sometimes i picture myself

standing in the nashville sun

your love surrounding me

an overwhelming bliss

who controls these skies?

manipulating pain and pleasure

playing with our love

unpredictable as the nashville weather

A poem on the ups and downs in a relationship