Another old poem that carries me to the present…
This was written about 8 years ago. I visited my old website tonite, and thought I’d share this one:
And the Rain
I smile at darkness, at flickers of light stabbing me through my tears. I fade with each fading line, going back in swirls of memories, memories I would rather give life to later, much later at a time when ashes can be thrown at the passing of new wind. and rain … and rain … it always rained outside my windowpane when I crept onto corners of my double-decked bed. it always rained when I cringed with unlabeled pain. it always rained and I would let the blurred raindrops be my tears. I smile at your darkness, at invisible smiles you never could show in your hidden rhymes. I let my past fade with every fading of your past and I dream of ashes I can throw with the wind. and the rain … and the rain. it rained too when my own child stood by his bedroom window to shed tears at my own pain he stood there staring out at droplets on green brown leaves seeking meaning within the distance I held between us. not understanding why I had to have my own tears when his were enough to shatter the night. I smile at this darkness, this familiar black of knowing and yet not. holding, grasping my own soul and stripping it naked to the warmth of night. I let my fears fade, as darkness fades, into lightness of knowing. and I dream of ashes I can offer to the passing wind. and rain … and rain.




