Here it comes again
- futile and insane -
tiptoeing on its water limbs
drenching
all I know that exists
whispering
a dripping prayer
with my disbelief at odds
in this world of thirsty air
and insoluble gods.

Then, it sweeps away
my vision,
light turns heavy gray
shot with liquid bullets
everything is in collision
in this wet tempest
tripping over glossy crickets
subject to a vast conquest.

But I fear not what clamors a lot.

Only an availing storm
preaching the apocalypse
in vain
with my eyesight in eclipse
can deliver and reform
sentences to rain.

And I cherish more what I am here for.

Only an enlightening rain
pouring down the skies on me
leaves a golden stain
in the universe behind the sea.


Copyright ©2004 Luminita Suse