Rain falls and deeper into starry lakes
Ripples close sending away
And Disappear into the reigning eyes

Curving streams of fathomed dreams
Wasted and running, wasted and running
But soiling the emptiness in your hands

Twisting and twisting, fell into my arms
Drowning in yesterdays promises
But cannot reach the bottom of this depth

Sailing, drifting not deviated
Your heart glowing, not sadness.

I will run, I will run further
I will run to you when I fall

Postscript
This is actually one of the first poems I wrote. It's a bit of a landmark, because it was the first one I wrote when I 'deviated' from traditional methods of poetry writing i.e. rhyming and grammar. I still feel it is one of my better ones, less aggressive than the latter day poetry.