Rain Gallery - The Mire

I walked twenty-eight years

In the shadow of the sun

Just looking for a gallery

To hang the memory of one

Red curls in the wintertime

You always were my queen

Two survivors in the aftermath

The universe was you and me

I walked twenty-four years

In the half light of the moon

Just looking for a gallery

To hang the memory of you

Green eyes in the summertime

I never could explain

Birds of peace only stay awhile

My kindness only brought you pain

And I am still the same

Nothing ventured nothing gained

Just a portrait in a frame

In your gallery of rain

You keep the lambency and shade

I gave you