Rain

Inspiration will fade but having heart helps.

I seize and gather my words to save myself. 

My neck is strained writing this to you so late -   with a tilt.

Besides fate what else will breakdown?

Your eyes are an eclipse -beautiful yet full of terror.

I detach mine from the page and roam the earth.

We are always parallel.

My phobia is now external as I reach for new standards.

Be gentle with me please because you are unforgettable. 

Is all I say or write just an extensive wish?