Dream of the Dawn

The sound of the tears of Nature is in my ears! Outside the window, rain falls on harsh ground,trims like my stream of words flowing upon the page finding a path of union in harmony. As my black pen runs out of ink, so does the clouds above. It's me Now, a dark and a dingy room, a paper, and a very pale light of the PC monitor. There are so much to say But how when the harmony's gone. Or even the motion of wind goes without a sound. Listen! ... they talk to me no more or maybe i so deaf to hear them telling me of their delight. It almost half past four in the morning and i' barely awake, waiting for sun to shine through, for a new dawn, a new day. My eyes are growing heavier and heavier as the daylight is slowly coming and under tons of exhaustion, Here ,at last, a new journey to the unknown world of Dream begins.