I wrote a poem titled "Summer rains, the uncommon dressing." Tis my gift to you all for today.

From the spacious skies of yesterday, all I have is this day to day longing of what wasn't meant to be. The feeling of her sweet lips pressed against mine, that was the epitome of my life. It was all I ever longed and cared for. Now, she is no more. As I attmept to ascertain what more I desire from life, not one can heed my call nor uplift the heaviness in my bosom. I am but defiled before all of humankind as a wretch wandering to and fro in search of the forever love he once felt. Perched at the shores of infinitum as I stared out into the abyssal sea of her heart. Cradled next to her as I kissed her sweet tears away. I only wished to give her much more in this life than ever before. And yet, I am without her now even as words spoken say otherwise. If so, why do I feel lonely? For their hearts are far from me. I have much to offer and give, but to all, it is of less worth than anything found on this earth. All I have to offer is the withering flame kept within me. I have nothing else. Its all I pursue. I know nothing else but that flame.I am a withering tree amidst a conflagrated forest. Where all else have left me here aloned amongst a burnt wasteland of dreams and yesteryear's tears. There is no longer any comfort or consolation as I attempt to reach out to the thoughts and ideals of others. But they bring no fruit, nor do they contian any seeds. Oh sweet winter maiden that has tormented me many an eve of these cold nights, embrace me tighter for you are my only company in these lonesome days. Yet please, allow me to bring the summer rains upon thee so we may be free once again