Poem: Still The Same

The tides in my life are turning.

The times of the earth-shattering happenings is no longer available.

Wisdom no longer lives on the willow tree.

It is available at the edges of the sea.

It is at the site of the place that seems too good to be.

Destruction and illusion are the name of the game.

My pain is still all the same.

When the time is right the things will change.

Today it is all the same.

I just wish I can still see the rain.