If it rained it would be
So clear and grey.
And the trees would sway and swirl
On a sunlit day.
If you were here then we could sing
Soft and sweet and sober green.
And glide across this moonlit river
When the night falls on this summer's eve.
Yes I can't think right now.
I've forgotten how to write.
If I do remember, I may.
But I won't know what is right.
I don't know if its night
Or in the night, wolf's do prey.
But, if I had to see the stars,
Then I would've to wait another day.
To wait for another morning
Is just such a pain.
Sleeping on a bitter back
In the winter chill and rain.
Oh, oh so sweet the thunder,
I wish it would sound again.
Drive away the winter sorrow,
Longing and disdain.
-- Mohan
