It Was a Thought

This is where I write something clever.
But I just spent the night reading about Alexander
So how can one liners describe what is Great?
When one's mind is filled with grandiose weight.
Apparently I try and make things rhyme
While listening to the melody
Of rain splashing over time
I try and think of something divine.
But alas the words fly away
In a distant plain with no memory
Abandoned to my mindful cabaret
Sounds of my beating heart and trickles of rain
I gaze into your spell, lost am I again