Harrisville, N.H 03450
There is something like sweet rain but softer
that fills the pool of each eye
with something like sadness but deeper
than a night with no moon
or a morning with no sun.
There is something like the sadness
of a grey dawn before sun bends
its particle rays of light
deep into the heart
Of a morning canopy
Forcing its way into night
Where dark and light change hands.
A Longing for fire and night
The beauty of things togeather
ceaseless and old as the water,
A memory curled down my face.
Sweet rain through sunlight
I allways want to save you
Put you in the crease of my hand
So I can show what I have found
that there is no distance between things
only a continuation of what will be.
In that lies mortal desparity.
In a voice, in the eyes of a person I know,
there is something like sweet rain but softer
Where the soft patter has finally gone
And a last leaf drops Its heavy load
I try to catch it before its beauty is stolen away.