A Song that It May Rain

It is a shining thing! this place in the world

Where we are possible where we

Luckily sometimes find us when we miss us

Nor do we spare our wrath upon our deluded shoes

We who run amok waving our arms

We who jump madly up and down

First come low clouds then comes thunder

We are the lightning flash charmed by us

It is written in the dim sky with even dimmer letters

We scale these words we climb them one by one

We who embody so many things

We amazed by other things unfolding one by one

Be fair! if we weren’t here

What would the birds and trees be

What would the season be without us?

We translate eternity into days into skies

We translate eternity into lightning flashes

We translate eternity into words for others

We follow a path mapped by the heart

It always leads us here long before we are born

It always leads us here where we make love bleed

This place where we meet is a thirty-first of December

This place is where things always end one after another

Softened in the glimmer of a candle

Beyond this vision beyond the silence that listens

There are moments when we admit our love

Breathes only when the lightning flashes