Thoughts Before Sleep

By John Geddes

There is rain falling out there –

You are sleeping
While the trees
Slowly turn to glass.

Sometimes I feel
There is no difference
Awake or asleep –

The seasons turn
And the human passions
Are but a slight disturbance.

There is rain falling out there;

There will always be rain...
On the trees, on the houses,
Even on this window,

After we are gone.

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