Spot the night, cold and white to the grim complexion you hold back. "What errors you," I ask, in spite of everything I realize has exhausted the rain in your eyes. Clouds are heavier on your shoulders than your mind, over our faces together. To the streets, do you notice the sunlight between the walker's pace? With eyes that never leave. For faces that ever grieve with those rays that go gray - in the heat of exhausted day. Your rain upon the earth offers fading hues, translates birth - to the cruel roses you ignore. Vacant, within each step around those you believe collect broken petals at the door. Would you love, without letting go - of the moon in your heart's echo? I realize the waters were for those eyes where a reflection cries upwards. For the waves to lift you, you have to breathe, you are required to need.