Warm Drops

Warm drops fall

Settle on my skin

Flashing lights in the night

Each consumed within

In the distance there's a song

Stirring my soul in vain

Why must I forget my coat

Each time it starts to rain

A Thought on Perfection

What awaits this mistake

To ride the back of my mind

Consequence so immense

And forever I will find

That thermal bubble boring trouble

Casting my hopes to the wind

And riding most ghosts I host

Till I arrive at a peaceful end

But will it last much like the past

And visits me while I sleep

Not a visitor but a solicitor

With pictures of a decision weak

Forcing a mental game so simple

Yet impossible to fake

And the sins within begin to spin

The chamber for a new mistake 

by Ronny Criss (c) 2002