rain
nothing but rain
seems to comfort both
angels and demons
within me

rain caresses old suffering
and percolates it with
bittersweet honey

both folded in a glass bottle
forever cursed to see, never to feel the world
an inextricable knot still bright enough to grow
a saturation of innocence
tendrils cultivated with a tenderness
only a passionate lover succumbs to
a gesture of compassion born
from the same soil whence I once came
a soul bobbing on
ocean waves of souls flooding me
haunting me with spectres of past deeds
struggling to withhold me from being
the first one to feel the sand again
raining beneath my feet

rain caresses old suffering
and percolates it with
bittersweet honey

meandering valleys become filled
with a yearning to belong
an old longing woven anew from
the meshes of a suffocating memory

Life blows fickly into the
restless colours of an uncertain Earth
as my heart plunges towards the shore, that
dark brown shadow I'm peeling with bare hands, that
landscape of unexplored curves of You
effortlessly pouring me within my tread
until the home of old lifts off and becomes
nothing but a wisp in the wind