Dire Verse Two Rain

DIRE verse two RAIN Thin sound of clarity when rain starts to fall. Porcelain droplets clutch at fields and treetops. Violet solar fingers trace the lines of each reflection. Dawn awakens us Almost as if each sound will be formed once more. It gathers itself as wind strokes through treetops shaking the branches. Shaking the light from the branches enticing the trees with an aura of cloud. This curtain of rain travels skies and spheres where broken starlight offers us knowledge . It carries the tears of the univere, the sighs of the sun There is a blueprint of lifelines to follow Sacred scars anointed with ancient wounds dried in this light These hemispheres have no name. They are of rotating formation. Each breath begins again in the stillness of reflection. All is of sight and of sound After this stillness, we will learn to speak again