Rain?

I just thought it was going to rain today
Sun hidden behind ever darkening clouds
No silver in sight, only cement skies.

Touching the wood with my toes, calloused,
Even young girls can look old sometimes;
But this one looks alive, unscathed.

Perhaps bad dreams foreknew this day,
Under my eyes, closed, things taken and hidden
Couldn’t quite grasp that frightening hand

Innocence gave my bowl to his empty
While wisdom took a vacation to the sea
And here I’m watching the [same] rain not fall.

Paper floors and cellophane skies
Dreamy pictures, places not touched by ears
But surely somewhere violins and choirs…

___________

A voice singing sweetly, with strums of guitars,
Will closet that fear, and my gnawing disarm
While you run around making daisy chains

And the wood is cold, warmer than glass
Smooth as a baby and soft as the light
Dancing and tweaking flowers, tree branches…

Bare necked I watch and lock up the doors;
The windows are dark, hope has gone home—
I, still and alone as the sun settles down

Air lightening, mind breathing, settled and calm;
Tossing the leaves, abating your charm,
The scent of daisies glistens on my skin.

Sound filters in, the choirs have fallen silent.
But that violinist strings tune in our ears while
You finger my hand, dangling over the chair.

Looking, watching, waiting, illusions of time
Passing and speaking in tongues unknown;
Listening, it expands like the murmur of women.

Tracing my chin with the light of your eye
Gently the breeze blows tendrils of hair
No more the light, but moon will stop by.