The sun is shining gray upon this hour. <br />The widening sky has drained the poem's power. <br />My tears are glued like fireflies to the pane. <br />I count the tiny glitters of mood rain. <br /> <br />You drink your coffee calmly in the dark <br />Embroidered shadows of the fading park. <br />I wish that I was there to fade with you, <br />But my windows are too thick with blue.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-count-the-tiny-glitters/
