they were signs

I miss the rain
Did it rain?
They were signs
Mebbe I woke up
a few times, dint matter
dreams persist
between wakefulness
dream back, the rythm
no full stops
the little jitters
ease, comfort, fright
they were signs
the fullness, plush
devoid of a lack
and the attempts
and the cries
all missing? all complete?
profound....neither
dawn speaks, reminds
its bright, its day they say
i need the sleep
i need the time
takes a while
signs again...
look back, perhaps not
memory's a faint tool
scrapes the wrong places
distance...acceptance
live on, grow up
takes a day
only one
untill you know its come
untill time binds
its a thin line
and blindfolded,
you step over
silence, not that kind
the uneasy one
transparent, visual only
not enough?
perhaps, it feels
distance numbs?
hardly, perhaps
recognition fails
ability to connect, time
they are few
they live on, they grow
with you, even without you
they come back
wake you up
people? never is
its change
the thought of it
the antecipation
the words, trivial ones
look back
smile, another day?
another change!
tiring, the slumber
consistency
the only comfort
questions
not again!!!