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Old And in a moonless night
I find myself stumbling through the rain.
Thick drops trace down my shoulders
And find their way to my veins...
Pulsing with eternity's flow
Wishing for something colder...
Staggering in the simplistic shade of an alleyway...
Puddles linger as they hunger for fingers
To cause a ripple... a slight disturbance they've seeked all day...
Sheets of water rain fiercely down
Hitting ground with a piercing sound
And letting me see just two steps ahead of me...
Wondering if I will crash
With every splash that I make
Scattering these droplets from their tiny lakes...
Soaked hair drenched with a heavy air
Reserved for the smelly affairs
Of alleyway bandits who hide in the mystical stares
Of the moon as they plan this attack on the bloom of day
Hoping like me to all their gods that the night would stay...
And so would the rain...
For once it came, it shrouded me,
Took my likeness and clouded me
In the warmth of its freezing drops.
And the taste of the trickle that ran from my hair down my nose
Is undoubtedly
Sprung from Heaven's rose...
As I look up and reach for a clue
From that ceiling so solemnly blue
What I'm feeling is probably true...
My eyes meet the sky
And lips slightly moist only cry:
Water... giver of life... Holy mother of vice and comfort...
Your duality drives me to wonder
How I can at once hide under
You to avoid any sunburn...
Sink beneath oceans of green
Losing sounds to the vibe so serene
And tear every frown asunder...
Yet how you can crash with all of Hell's fury
Slash every delicate thing
And rain judgment on earth like a pissed off jury...
Making me light headed as you sing with the wind
And pass through my body like sin...
Skin... so moist form the succulent drops you've rejoiced on me...
Mouth... overflowing with the taste of you I hold within...
Ears... Ringing so clear from the words you have voiced on me...
Eyes... Delightfully blind from the vision you spin...
Mind... Longing to find your source so divine...
