Of Monsoons Soon or Delayed

The Monsoon the life line the sun faced flower the gentle blue sky as the blue birds fly a gurgling water stream washes the night's dream over the meadow falls a long shadow bidding a goodbye view the inward eye there is peace no pain. The Monsoon ephemeral a moment of gentle rain washes the clouds of thought that a hollow feeling brought. Hear the eternal clock chime away away to endless time all is but a flash in eternity ... Now here now gone no pity.