Analysis of Visions Of All

Who shall be so brave, to live my life of pain
for glancing at the skies, pray touch a drop of rain.

Fall on the wildest rose, touching  orchids rare
question's then a waste, If you did so somewhere.

What becomes of raindrops, as the winds do blow
never falling very hard, on flowers down below.

If I had one whisper, you would hear my last
from a thousand planets, of my heart in the past.

If refusal I must give, to say what I feel rots
pray then tell me now, what is in your thoughts.

I am but a raindrop, will you glance my way
I have lost all fear, of what they may just say.

Does a pear feel fear, before It has been bitten
a story must be told, before It has been written.

Glancing at that pear, would It then just pause
fore falling on a cricket, that never really was.

When ending any life, before one did begin
for any little cricket, that was without a sin.

Thoughts they do occur, Inane may they all seem
they are my serenity, forgotten is my dream.

If life should know of tragedy, life must see the pain
all then must have meaning, like snowflakes in the rain.

In an oceans vastness, full of all your tears
In my ship of heartache, do sail away my fears. This is from March-April 2012