Raindrops - Grey Eye Glances

the wind is softy blowing 
the posters on my far wall 
I’d quickly go close my window 
as if I had someplace to go 
the echoes are faintly calling 
the distinctive voice of fall 
we’ll talk til dawn about dreams 
maybe about what this night means 
the orchestra of the night 
must only play for us this time 
how our faces will seem too clean 
through the curtain a moonbeam stream 
lighting our candles, let the warm stread inside 
as a suble change within yourself 
I turn and you are no longer here 
just a piece of paper 
reading "when the raindrops fall" 

lost in confusion, 
the stars would hear my subtle cry 
words are met somewhere within this night 
seeing things nowhere within sight 
the things that would be the same 
the child inside my starts to cry 
and a circling question fills my mind 
with answer I’ve never been taught 
a whisper in to my pillow 
"when do raindrops fall?" 

why does everything seem to change? 
the world around me slowly sighs 
memories of aspiring words 
none too common and none too absurd 
as your shadow still sits in my chair 
I think about how far we’ve come 
and I open my window again 
my fright is taken from my soul 
as I can hear the raindrops fall