Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Showers

the orange clouds raining in my head...
- tori amos


the showers come straight down
they splash on your face
on your neck, all around
showers splash shoulders
on your back they repose
showers of amber the songs they compose

showers i see and they're dark and they cover
showers i taste and the taste leaves me sour
showers like rain drench the seedlings and flowers
showers that flow to the well of desire

one drop, one pure cellular spell
of the many you wield on your quest to devour
or maybe i'm vain to think you would discover
such minute trivialities: wishes of lovers
too piercing its power too timid to tell
too fragile and airy too late to foretell
the past and the future all melt in your gaze
and the showers keep falling, i dip in your well

showers adorned with the kindness of willing
showers, as much as i try drops keep spilling
showers i long for, the summer is coming
showers, the sun bears the curse of forgetting
the minutes are ticking, the sidewalk is naked
the drops have all vanished, the torrents are empty
the showers of spring won't return till it's winter
promises fade and who knows what will whisper

maybe the blessed
cascading drops
my memory comes all alive with the thought
of a fleeting glance, of a sidewalk encounter
the heart all a-flutter, the sputter, the stutter
of raindrops of showers of amber
so somber
calm is the summer, the corner that blocks
your sight, oh so tender
demise that i mourn
this time
it's my eyes from where showers will fall

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