Rain…
Forgotten declarations of love,
Accidentally arisen verses,
About
How we used
To be good…
Flying looking straight at the ocean,
Inhaling his fire and someone's smoke.
Following him
While dancing over a precipice
It's interesting how you'll be
Thinking there that it's all right.
Here
Still the back of the moon,
And the train crosses the bridge at night,
And the light
From the most distant windows.
So what,
If the wine made me a bit sad,
And I want to lose my mind again,
And wait for some rain and news.