When the water, falling, fills into my heart,
And the ripples circle outward from the bursts…
And my mind, like the sky reflected in the liquid…
Which changes only with my emotions.

The light, rising and falling with the days…
Colored only at the beginning and end.
And the rain, which greys them all…
Will it continue to reflect in my heart?

Circling, the sun and moon play…
Though the game is shadowed by the clouds.
And the cycle continues without ever being seen…
My heart becomes flooded again… this night…

Though I cannot distinguish night from day,
I feel the movement of the cycle, as the rain falls…
And the bursting spheres of pain…
Which continue to draw circles of hurt.

Will the color ever return?
When does the endless night fade?
As I ask the questions… I already know the answers…
And then I continue to ask…

The tears of rain, piercing my heart.
Soon, it will shatter… It is filling, painfully…
And I know, the weather changes only with my emotions.
And my cycle continues as I refuse to change it…

It’s only hurt. So hurt me… Do I really know pain?
Or is this just an endless sorrow…
Never filling… Never draining… Always in season…
And as the rain fades, for a moment, the sky is seen…

And I realize my feeling. I see the colors…
But, in defiance, I look away from them.
Am I meant to see color in my heart?
Reflected from the sky… Is my heart really true?

And so the sky blackens into another night,
With the coldness of a drenching of tears…
This remains tightly wrapped in my heart,
For the wounds only heal in the warmth of day,
When I can know the meaning of love in my heart…