No Rain

It should be raining like hell,

But the skies are too blue.

Nights are blue too.

Out of one trance,

I'm pulled into another.

Was I awake then? Am I asleep now?

Days are haunting, nights blinding.

Dreams, visions, phantoms, apparitions

Know no time, form, or colour.

What is the truth? Is it worth knowing?

Will it show the way?

Who, here, is sane?

If the cosmos are finite,

Whom do they dance around?

If infinite, at their heart would be you.

I see omens wherever I look.

They laugh at me,

And lie instead.

My faith is weary,

My soul is too.

What do I thirst for, if not for you?