Monday, July 9, 2007

touch your look on me, ripple me.

a picture sent a photo framed
won't you fall on me?
drip, your shapes
curving face in my hands,
my soul.
rain on my head
water, water please-
don't leave me placid.

imagine please
my voice flows
the richness of mystery,
drums and chords,
winding rivulets
memory and new creation

stay and maybe your face will feel
ears will hear
the rain that tumbles
for you, for you
listen, please
won't you close your eyes?
but only the streets are wet
with rain
and the mystery slithers away,

1 comment:

  1. I cannot get over how amazing this is...