It’s nothing but a rainy day
On the horizons of summer
And the air starts to summon
Faces
To a place in which I chose to stay…
It’s one more day that finds me waiting
For your deep night to hold me while I sleep,
It’s one more night so slowly fading,
A wordless eerie, the last unpainted leaf.
The whispering river,
The sun in your eyes,
Take me far from grieving,
Away from demise.
From their dirty illusions
Their fragile exclusions
Their earthian fusions
Their constructive solutions
And that authentic puppetry look
Of the ones talking to themselves while talking to me.
I tried so much to make them see
But they think they’ve read me like a book
But the most beautiful song I could hear –
And couldn’t touch – was a breath close to me.
Just know…
I was always here
And I will always be.
15th May.
Rainy day
© Copyright: Ф.А.С.М.а, 2006
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