Thursday, 24 September 2009

After the Rain

After the rain
Everything is silent
When the world sleeps
In its own wound.
And I wait for you
To raid my mind
While the circle breaks
Around the moon.

After the rain
Everything is pure
And untouched,
Like first steps.
Where new colours
Rise and fall
And the world is a canvas
When the sun sets.

After the rain
Everything is hollow
When the sky caves
Into the earth
There are no idols
To be followed
As the statues crumble
And turn to dust.

After the rain
Everything is fallen
Touched by your hands
It is alive
And I, in my dreams
Dream of the moment
When I find all this, and more
In your eyes.

1 comment:

shades...... said...

indeed beautiful.