Behind the Rain

Behind tonight’s rain a

Coldness drops upon me.

The highway lights glisten;

Traffic’s wet symphony.

It reminds me of that one,

When the days were good.

One had unruly tresses,

When the days were good.

It reminds me of this one,

When the days were good.

It reminds me of one’s passion,

When the days were good,

When nights were caresses,

When the days were good.

Behind tonight’s moon,

Stars’ dark side to me.

Some corner hooker

Will pretend sympathy.

Behind tomorrow’s sun,

Roads ahead of me.

Highway surfaces flood,

With traffic like a sea.

Reminds me of another one

Once a summer long,

That one’s coolly flashing eyes,

Once a summer long.

Once a summer long

When the days were good.