Seattle Rain

Seattle rain, like heavy distance,
Redeems the souls and opens hearts
Of passer-by's. My non-resistance....
A false impression of our lives...

A shallow thought, a fleeting feeling
As you inhale my cigarette;
Just THAT is so much more appealing
Than all the words I shall forget.

Wishing we'd do this every evening,
And going back to daily lives,
I realize I might have given
You a pure truth (without lies);

Without promises, seductions,
Without scores, without tries;
When words are separate from actions,
Then no reactions can arise;

When future's simply out of question,
When there can be no real ties,
Then we are free to take directions
Beyond those known to mesmerize...

And having no reason for fear
Of being bound to this for good,
We make this short time to reveal
What time eternal never could...

And leaving now - my only weakness,
That we might never meet again -
I think of you, the heavy distance,
And souls redeemed by this cold rain...