The Soft Rain

tiny mouths say things dancing in a silver shinny sequence in the way they flick their tongues on the highway the stream along the edge speeds faster to the next planet the next stop on the great through way is marked by the arrows soon erupting minds merge with the song erupting all over you a rainbow rising in the western sky tiny voices dancing as they fall through the lifting clouds the everlasting glimmer of the rising moon at the same time seeking each other in the soft rain