the rain fallen
into beggar's
hands; torn
from soaking
black plants
lilting trees;
filling my needs.
yet i am not ashamed
to borrow something
so natural, so pure
as whatever source
beyond released it;
i am more than proud
and bracing myself
for the fall,
i gladly fall,
,
,
,
into bondage
to a darkening
sky which no longer
makes promises
with rainbows
or keeps them
by redefining
the purpose
of a kiss...
so it goes,
and I with it.
come, follow
god is not
in the rain,
just water
into beggar's
hands; torn
from soaking
black plants
lilting trees;
filling my needs.
yet i am not ashamed
to borrow something
so natural, so pure
as whatever source
beyond released it;
i am more than proud
and bracing myself
for the fall,
i gladly fall,
,
,
,
into bondage
to a darkening
sky which no longer
makes promises
with rainbows
or keeps them
by redefining
the purpose
of a kiss...
so it goes,
and I with it.
come, follow
god is not
in the rain,
just water
