Romance of Rain
This rainful haze but coldly dance
atop that meekly warmth of eve
a fancy frozen of a hum
of feast and drink, we drown and live
and half about our highly walls
the windows keep the tease of dew –
our roads run up some busied halls
of damning damp, of dulling old
and nightly drumming men of rain
a crowd we are of wont by sleep
our prance in wet a holy sight
your calm, a godly icing breathe
but we both know the sins of gray
that dance we hear is opt to fade
I am no moon, nor sun, nor day
for ours is but, romance of rain.
August 18, 2012
Copyright © Indio Ramos | Year Posted 2013
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