Forget Not

When will the rain fall,
Over desolate flowers wild.
On waters as silent as a dead ocean calm,
And fallen leaves caressed by a wind so mild.

Alone he stands beside the shores of heaven,
His eyes the turbulent ocean of pain.
His face a mark of desolate calm,
And mind a lone flower beaten by rain.

Beyond the horizon, a black sun rises,
It's tainted light darkens the sky.
Echoes of a forgotten land lost in memory,
Like waves of the sea, break upon his eyes.

A glimmer of hope through the darkened land,
Flashes across the barren scape.
Upturned eyes thank the heavens for,
A western, wet wind, upon his face.

With a lightened heart he spreads his wings,
And flies amongst the dark clouds.
A merry laughter from his lips escapes,
And he from his prison dark and proud.

But then the western wind begins to die,
And so die the hopes of freedom,
Never shall the rain again fall,
Forget not the promised lands of heaven,
Forget not the promise of skies,
Alight upon the prison Earth once again,
And forever wait as the west wind finally dies.