I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
Rainy days make for dreaming,
when the skies are gray,
then I have to say -
those memories come back to me.
I walk back in time,
to the places and see the faces,
from a time so long ago,
so that I don’t get blue,
I’m always smiling,
because in my mind I see you -
in the city neon lights reflected.
Like glowing jewels,
in the rain puddles along the way,
when storm clouds fill the sky,
but in the world I enter -
the sun never goes away.
Rainy country roads,
strolling as the raindrops fall,
somewhere high up in a pine,
a lone bird calls,
taking away all my cares and worries.
Bringing back the carefree days,
of childhood and youth,
knowing that however soon,
the skies will clear up,
while a colorful rainbow makes a bridge –
stretching across now sunny skies.
Spending my time,
with songs of yesterday,
words that will stay in my heart -
forever and a day.
© 2020 Gypsy Rose Lee