Regions Of May

The past

Is broken like an hourglass

And the scattered sand

Of circumstance

Is blinding

Me to you

The rain

Is whispering to my window pane

And drawing

Crazy patterns

On the blind

Your face

Is invading the portals of my eyes

And drawing

Crazy patterns

On my mind

Who created mist

Created your smile

And who created rainbows

Created you

My mind

Is all entwined

In fragrant fields of flowers

And the scent

Puts me outside my mind

The past

The rain

Your face, mist and rainbows

Flowers

And the rain

Are you