Dead in the Water

Dead in the Water

Today is the fourth day of rain,

I’ll never see blue skies again.

My clothes are wet and bedraggled;

my hair all tangled and straggled.

The shivers have strangled my spine;

hands are so numb, they’re not mine.

I don’t think my hope could be wetter…

to drown in this now would be better.

Shoes shuffle on sodden store mats,

old ladies wear clear plastic hats.

Umbrellas a sea of design,

I wish one of those could be mine…

Wellingtons on a young boy;

for him, every puddle a toy.

Today is the fourth day of rain,

on the fifth I shall die from the pain.

Sitting down here on the floor

I am easy for most to ignore.

But the young boy stops. And he stares.

He smiles, he knows, and he cares.

His eyes are lagoons of calm blue,

They see me – all the way through.

And I know that he’s finally here,

to end all my sadness and fear.

A warmth floods into my heart,

my old tortured soul can depart.

Today is the fourth day of rain.

Now I can know beauty again.

A boy, not a boy came today,

he freed me and showed me the way.

The sun sneaks out from the clouds

and my saviour is lost in the crowds.