So heavy is the burden of a constant rain,
watching it splash in little puddles on the window sill,
the droplets collecting just to overflow...
It was raining when we came to the place where the lines were drawn between auroras of a second sun and the memory of someone else’s past...
Too late I decided to go after you
along the path where sparrows fell
from a sky too weak to hold them...
The things I saw out there
Just before the veil came down to hide my eyes
Before I was dragged away to stand trial
And hear my crime read out to me...
Weeping skies over the gray country
Mourn all promises the dead cannot keep
And wash away ink from the pages of a recycled soul...
It’s a memory of dim light
When I saw you on the stairs
And entered the warmth of a world where you existed...
The crystal explosion of light
Silent and still behind glass
Its face to the street
Gazing at its own reflection
There is a ghost in the corner who longs to smash it
Masses swept up in a frenzy of feeling
Words forgotten, or whispered on the edge of touch
Sensation a ruler over the valley walked in shadow
The light is onRain falls heavy from an inkblot skyEyes watch broken glass for secrets reflectedHands caress age-dusted papyrus, seeking an answerBlood falls fresh from a wound opened each day anewEarth drinks deeply of the sanguine dropsBrief fire in the sky sets an aching heart aflameA matchstick extinguished; a forest on fireVoices on the wind… Continue reading Porch Light