This is for an old friend.

When the rain has gone,

his voice will still be loud and clear.

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We walked the narrow path,

beneath the smoking skies.

Sometimes you can barely tell the difference

between darkness and light.

Do you have faith

in what we believe?

The truest test is when we cannot,

when we cannot see.

Oh, when I’m lonely,

I lie awake at night

and I wish you were here.

I miss you.

Can you tell me

is there something more to believe in?

Or is this all there is?

Last night I had a dream.

You came into my room,

you took me into your arms.

Whispering and kissing me,

and telling me to still believe.

But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see

our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.

I fell asleep in your arms.

When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.

Oh, can you hear me?

The sky won’t fall forever.

And though the night seems long,

your tears won’t fall

forever.

It won’t rain all the time.

[i]- Jane Siberry[/i]