Thursday, January 29, 2009

Rain

The rain
she comes down slow
pitter patters
on my shoulder

I walk on the shore
vision obscured
blinded my pain
yet content with the view

a kaleidoscope
reality shimmers
hazy lights
the sound of the rain hitting the river

a world in harmony
can only exist
when we see the beauty of the raindrop
that falls silently from the skies

and dissolves into the fabric of time
the infinity of the rivers
that flow to the sea
meander

the path is never fixed
assumptions never hold
the stars shift
the only thing that never changes

is the flow of time
the rain comes down
softly now
smile

quietly
i give in
yet i cant
not my
lying eyes

death that night
had one headlight
and life is a breath
akin to sunrise

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