Only The Rain

From rafters of memory

And deep grim lodges

Housed in siblings' far off game chambers

Comes the rain, oh Lord

And it reflects my tears, which originally grew in mirrors

Oh windows of illusion

And the rain fell, like ballbearings on a roulette wheel

Eliminating the future

And I saw ghots; they were children

Running through a cedar boulevard

Into a wood

They came to a gate and looked inside

It was raining

And they heard a soft moaning, warm and plural

And the rain fell, on the lake, in the vast garden

Faster and faster

It was dark

Suddenly children were everywhere

Gliding along the lake, running through the trees

The stars arranged themselves like an illuminated skipping rope

The trees were rich and high, and mingled with the stars

As jewels complement skin

Come, jump across the lake

Into he branches

Higher than the clouds

Let the rain fall

From secret passageways

And oak casements come these spirits

Out of their sleepy silver webs

They play with the frogotten animals at night

And patter on our windows when we sleep

Only the rain has such soft fingers

Only the rain