I Called the Rain and the Sky Answered

I wandered out into the endless night
Sky the color of slate run through with myth
Air the perfect temperature for walking
Rain indecisive upon the gentle breeze

It’s a strange feeling knowing I succeeded
Yet I’m still without the love I gave my life for
Those years wandering between the worlds
Giving everything without a second thought

It’s cold enough to keep pushing ever onward
Following the road wherever it may lead
The decisions you made that pulled you under
Were bad calculus—which I understood

In some strange way I feel that your passing and
My survival of it are mending generational wrongs
Your Ancestors needed to see the consequences
Written in the scars my soul proudly wears

I often wondered why the darkness didn’t take me
When many times I have offered the exchange
I have come to realize there’s a light that dwells within me
And it was always supposed to guide your way

I wonder aloud if that light is guiding me now
As if in answer the rain begins to sincerely fall
I smile and walk faster—after all
Clothes dry and I am not made of sugar

If I could ever love again I surely don’t know how
I sent my love with you into the the great beyond
To carry you forth from this world to the other one
Giving everything without a second thought

Here I walk so desperately far out of time
Old enough to feel foolish playing a young person’s game
Young enough to feel foolish for waiting until it’s too late
One foot afore the other marching on through time

And so the aching night unwinds before me
I stride forward under this slate grey story
I called the rain to lay a path before me
And the sky answered with a song