Friday, September 14, 2007

Rain


Falling, splashing in my memories

Every droplet announcing a wake of a tear

Introducing puddles of reflection

Becoming cold are the tips of my body and soon my core

Breathing pearls belonging to the sky yearned by land - I leave out my hand in the shiver of existence

For the heavy clouds to pass over my soil

Rain - wash away my pain

Don't stop raining until you wash my sins

Clean my old century monastery of screaming dry Regret.

I have never felt.

Any more impurity.

So soak my hurt out of me and into you

Down the street of forgetting

Until my sorrow drops down a dream

and I can no longer remember

Rain. To you I surrender

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