Raindrops on dafodils are tears of mine...
showering on a windowsil, even in the bright sunshine.
Pain...
Fire in a woodstove, burning and sparcking through the night,
peaceful illusion, in the flames dull dreamy light.
Drowning in sorrow...
forever in blackness, an overwhelming thought,
will I awaken tommorrow,
who cares- if not.

Had to change this a bit, my original caannot be posted here,
Patricia