Sunday, April 12, 2009

Save the Rain

The rain is tickling the chimes
playing them against one another
slipping down the windows
tapping on the roof
it reminds me of the tears
you spilt so many times
for women, and children
for life and love
for what we made of it.
I quietly step outside
into the early morning rain,
old and gentle upon my skin
and I shiver against it,
the only embrace I feel
my breakable own.
And as day breaks,
so does the sky
and then do I,
and as the tears
turn to gunshots
I open my arms to them.
Euphoric with the little pains
for they tell me I’m alive,
they insist upon me
their existence,
their necessity,
and I think of you
the same .

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