My Rain Drops

feel the colors spill and fade i made it rain so you can feel the colors spill and fade you made it rain so i can feel the colors spill and fade

i am reborn from the water of our dreams drowned as a flower reappearing as the stars in our sky where colors live

i close my eyes a flower folding into herself unseen petals falling like corn husks drying in the sun voiceless as the sad pierced cow queen of green meadows only in her mind

... i paint him in uncertain strokes...and write him in cheap, dull ink... yet he is borne in crumpled paper and fading notes... from sobs and echoes and cobwebs in my hair... in my secret gardens of rose and gold... of sun and rain and youth...oh, from dust to dust and in between... i come from him... and i am his.

... we walk through my arid earth... recycling waste... into sweet little ball dreams we roll in our tongue... he lets me pass through his fingers...to play with the shadows on the wall... haunted, and haunting, we journey,  like our ghosts...

...he picks up the shards of my broken self and crushes me to his heart like i was still soft...he doesn’t mind bleeding...he takes me to his moons and purple night skies... so i can breathe into space... and my tears can fall like twinkling stars...

when I thirst

--- blackrose

through the waterfall of a tear drop i touch your face flowing like notes into our river so high like worlds we cross when you hold my hand crashing down like dusts through the waterfall of a tear drop