Wednesday, August 26, 2015

A Summer Rain.

The rain smells of wet dew.
I am quiet with realization.
The sadness is in the cold, wet grass.
I have found my vision.
We can relate to the things of this world-
and the next, and the next.
Speed comes with thinking.  I don't think without
feeling.  He comes in the night, wearing a
dark parka.  He feels me in the cool dawn.
The summer rain splatters on the ground.
It makes a soft, sweet sound.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I think things have gone from here.
Take me or leave me, I wouldn't know.
There is a space in my arms below.
How high can I fly, these words sing to me.
I am embarrassed by hope, set on by fear.
Take me as I am, leave the rest behind you-or near.
A summer rain falls down, down.

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