I Imagined a Rain
It was a sunny day, half year gone,
the sky cloudless, the wind dry.
I had to imagine a rain, it had to be done.
The magic dyed the sky with gray
and made tears flow from a happy cry.
On a timber ladder, we seemed to pray,
but we only had kisses to share.
Who left the pages open, the tale untold?
The last words we already know:
they will be the same as the years unfold
layers of dust and cobwebs with his wings,
even if the wood’s trees cease to grow
and mute the music Philomel sings.
Fatal words those words are.
When I was a boy, too young to love
I loved you already under the rain,
sleeping the dreamless sleep in a grove
with your arms wrapping my chest;
Or thirty three years old in a boundless plain
of camphor scented fountains and lasting rest,
When we did as we did, were you aware?
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2014
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