SONG OF THE VALLEY 

SONG OF THE VALLEY

a riff off a much more hopeful poem by the eloquent jeff taylor. it's been raining for a long long long time...

Inside the relentless hush of grey sky on grey ground
And wet that winds inside and out
There is a shout as the drying drown
A plethora of a winter's doubt
Than all will tell
Of mossiness and damp, the liquid end
Of others who have come this way before
To sloosh long miles round endless bend
Where they sought shelter with a friend.

wet, wet that sky that hides a sun
So long gone it almost cannot be;
But it is there. How long have we awaited in this dark
To see that Sun!
How many pale have joined our bloating ranks . . .

And yet these weeks of treading endless mud
Between my waking and reaching back to sleep
Have shown me how to pretend there is such a thing as time,
When by all accounts one hour bleeds
Darkly into the others
To know the dark's own dark, and call it home,
To believe, O Sun, that you had forsaken me.