Driven Rain

Driven Rain

Five streets torn by driven rain
for a love and artless pain;
for our home, a garden grown
from a seed so random thrown.

Water runs in gutters strewn
with dark tears of wasted ruin,
two bright streams of blood anew
in a dream both false and true.

Lightning stripes the clouded sky
where a moon somewhere is high.
My three Fates in heavens shine
on a girl who once was mine.

Thunder breaks my reverie
of those days when I was free
of my Sirens' deadly song
to a life both right and wrong.

Wind blows now so softly warm
on this night of driven storm,
on my way which must remain
five streets torn by driven rain.