Heavy drops of rain, hide tears; there is no pain. Clean; they wash me, I am never the same. Open to the sky; fall, letting it go. Silhouette lined, sun peeks, a moment I know. Sunset showers, I am wet; no more tears. Petrichor, sight stealing breath; I linger, only here.
Cycle Falling drops of refracted light; the sun catches time. Like moments frozen in place, only centuries can find. Vast blue spans upward; a remaining chance to look. The clouds above and salt below; the light, so overtook. A singular sight before the crash; form water to water again. The last and the first, inContinue reading “Poetry: Cycle”