Walking in the Rain on Brooklyn Bridge

[marinz]

The wind was blowing in my face
And the gentle rain took me in a cold embrace.
Against time and feelings, it was a race,
Walking in the rain on Brooklyn Bridge.

All of my senses went numb
And I was almost ready to succumb
To the liquor and to the rhum
In the air on Brooklyn Bridge.

We reached a stop and I stood still
By the rail and looked down, until
It felt like I was alone on a hill,
But I was in the rain on Brooklyn Bridge.

The cars rolled quickly under my feet
And the drizzle-filled wind took away my heat.
The fog in my eyes and the clouds could meet,
Up in the rain on Brooklyn Bridge.

My thoughts multiplied and grew into a pile
While, in my mind, I traveled a mile.
Then, the wind stopped blowing for a while,
Seconds were hours on Brooklyn Bridge.

~MaR!nZ~