Ancient friends appreciate <br />My ghost-like face <br />That has weathered loneliness <br />And the melody of the rain. <br /> <br />Spirits offer me the wine of dreams <br />When I fall asleep at dusk <br />With a tattered heart <br />I can no longer trust. <br /> <br />When I awake, <br />I hear the cry of the wind <br />Breathing upon weary chimes, <br /> <br />I know, I must abandon everything <br />And no longer consider <br />Anything as mine.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melody-of-the-rain/
