words fall short

sometimes these words fall short
and the night has glowing strange stars
sometimes its all so dark that there is no light
no sometimes i welcome death
if only to hide my soul
to pass me onto the clouds
where the rain never falls
where the rainbows never sing
and the words fall short
they linger on the back of a notebook
i run to the shade
and find a saint in my mothers eyes
lost in the nights shuffle
waking to the heavy gravity
of pain ..............
v.