1 My silent plea.

Im laying on this fresh wet grass

Staring at the grey misty blanket that is the sky

It's heavy tears in form of rain, gladly washing out my pain.

Closing my eyes I breathe in the humid air

Savoring the chilly feeling as it passes through my tight lungs

Enjoying the sorrow of the sky

Just pretending for a moment that is not my.

I like the feel of the cool breeze around me

Like the wind is gently washing the pain from my soul

And my heart pretends to feel that I'm for the first time whole

I feel silver tears escaping my eyes

It's hard for me to recognize if these are my

Or the celestials' anguish that has formed high above me.

And is now crying like a bitter sea as if it heard my silent plea

For my angel my lover, Edward to return to me