THIS IS ALIVE...
The quier things nobody knows
The thoughts that move themselves to prose
The feelings that are set to song
The blood metronome sings along
A head that wanders with thick clouds
Thin raindrops do not beat as loud
As to change the ocean's waves
My rain is black ink on the page
And it gets quiet in the dark
But never still deep in my heart....
Fort McMurray, Alberta
Canada