The day the rain came back again.
The sky full of crying clouds,
a bird in the wet of a tree
a splash of air , speckled with
rain. Maybe I’ll get drunk
watch the rain through a window,
for half of the day only,
Dreaming time for daydreamers,
and refuge in the pub to sit, and watch
the drunks, as the mind gets
pickled, the surface lips of love
are glossy pavements and naked skin,
on the sheets of love. The wine
is a sparkle of smiles
like the stars waiting in your eye`s
to be hatched, I think olive boughs,
raindrops and drippings from above,
the rain comforts our love
out of its cloud,
sings its song in showers
to drench into the rising
like the stars waiting in your eye`s
to be hatched, I think olive boughs,
raindrops and drippings from above,
the rain comforts our love
out of its cloud,
sings its song in showers
to drench into the rising
emotions
then
into the sea
into the sea
To be yours is amazing.
