Saturday, November 3, 2012

Rain Barrel (september)

colossal things crumble 
when rain falls heavy 
to muddy the streets 
and wash the children
hiding draught and darkness
under watery wings.
to fill the cracks that groan inside
drown the weeds that grow beside
the rain barrel-spilling 
and the rivers running fast. 
open wide your clever eyes
see me standing close by
on soaked soil drinking deep.
my arms are breaking 
bright like glass
my mind is faking in this mess 
let's walk in the stormy downpour
the cloudy kingdom mourns the downfall
each raindrop an ocean, each minute a mile. 
wander to sunset where I'll find 
your smile.

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