Kiss The Rain

Today is sunday and the poppies grow

Ripe in the eastern sun, dry rain fogging

Clear teardrop in a breeze they were ne'er kind

Scenario the yellow sun fortune trapped

The cortege leaves unknown down the way lost

If I could reverse flowing ruling time

Extract a possibility around

Poignant resigned stalks of wheat stand grow bathe

This silvery gold freezes an arrow

Where, where is this power of sympathy

That bred this death, day begun, hot slate new

Like a lone moon river? Rain on glass the

Glass trembles shaking this silent house, no

Lamps dim, paper rain glass unfinished in

A room, remnant of dinner, not wanted

This rain has taken away my treasure

Washed in torrent down down down dark colours

Vulturous regents, gold plates luxurious

Snapping fluid, ebony piano it plays

Speak softly love crisp clear flurried sounded

The key is bright yet a somber still lies

Above this death, gone, never coming back.

If I could kiss the rain I would exit

Into the fields of thunder, raise my head, oath

A sworn message into this night, never

Will I part this rain, I shall die with it.