Bathed In Crystal:

                                                             

The rain fell last night

tapping upon my window pane

as if to ask to be let in 

to shelter from the north winds

upon the mire of wind and rain

I sat watching huddled in my blanket

tracing the crystal drops

as each one rolled down the glass

wondering upon their journey so

and as to whose dreams shattered with them 

as they hit the bottom of the sill

wishes and thoughts

held tight in a glass ball

until the weather turns and skies open

were upon dreams no more

fall to the ground

forgotten and left behind

my thoughts turn to the lights shining bending

as if neon rays 

shooting their beams

at me so

each one twisting and turning

their way through my window 

only to dance on the white sheets

of my messed up bed

the rain drops making patterns

like that of a spiral-graph

of when we was children

cold is the night bleak is the day

but warm and contented is me

with the knowledge

that though dreams may come and go

tomorrow is always another day

were new dreams are abound

as the rain washes and cleanses away

the ill thoughts for another time and place

slowly from the window I retire

lay down upon my pillows

and drift away to the sounds 

of the pitter patter

of the rain falling against my window pane