A kiss of rain
| for the boy from the tree |

It fell with the grace of birds in flight,

descending in my hair, skin, lips, eyes

A kiss so deep it drowned my soul

It gave me a cold, wet embrace

No other hold to comfort me

My rain, these kisses I ached for

Lift my face, wash away this sorrow

As I laugh and spin, dancing beneath unlit clouds,

our angels continue to cry

Move across the field of grief as thunder beckons

and lightning cracks open this solemn sky

and still, I dance

Even as my angel cries for my lost soul

Ghosts hang from the trees of my past

calling for me in dreams, despair in its hands

Rain invites this ache in my heart and claims it its own,

soothed underneath the cold flood of the sky's blood

A cold, wet, loving embrace

as angels cry because humanity forgets

its pain and loses its own compassion

People lose hope, a lot more die

and still

I dance, returning a kiss.