Prison rain

Prison rain
The air in here barely quenches,
Clinging to the static.
These concrete dreams are endless
Sleeping is just a passage

Fluorescent lights cast empty shade
A night without its dark.
Muted  echoes like deadened pain
Loud yet somehow far.

Stood below the October sky in grey,
Recreational hour outdoors
The wind that wont be locked away
As rain begins to fall

Gazing skyward inviting the touch
Rain upon my face
Falling, the unguarded sky above
This element is a trace

Rolling droplets meander down
I haven’t cried for years
Nostalgia without sight or sound
Crying without tears

Out there they huddle from the rain
Head down and collars up
In here my face has found life again
Every drop a lovers touch

Laughter as a late night fire burns
Or magic across a glance
Sharing a story’s twist and turns
Immaturity in romance

A thousand yearning memories
For times I’ve not yet  lived
For sounds upon an unknown breeze
For love I couldn’t give

The years i spend within these walls
Are contained within a day
Just as prison rain will always fall
My momentary escape .

LD