Rain

black candle lantern

My dear, this rain drops fears from skies,

The bunch of clouds seems angry with the world

At the cutting edge of silence,

Clumsily running between the sunsets,

No longer the time is captured in mind.

Those normal things we got them once

Written deep down in heart

Are facing today’s dilemmas

At the meeting with the burning wounds

Of mankind’s ambition.

This rain, my dear, cries in my hands,

Blinking the light reflection of eternity

Upon holiness insight. Yet dark outside.

I shall pray gazing at the peaks

Of an evolved planet, crushed by the dust,

For the angels to come and teach us

How peace is spelling in the heart,

With golden letters penning through

One’s faith, God’s love, and hope’s cart.

© Simona Prilogan

water droplets on glass window
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