The Memory of Rain (for RDK)
Lights on the hill,
shimmering stars,
at the end
of a summer’s day,
the hushed breath
of evening,
late whispers
upon the terrace,
laughter,
across the dusk,
but I’m just passing
through this way.
For the road winds
long
and lonely,
across the fields
beyond the walls,
the hedges
and gardens,
following lines
from an ancient past,
footsteps,
echo
echo,
before mine,
hidden meanings
in the lengthening shadows, of all that is lost
and that which
has passed.
And in the afterglow
of memories,
forgotten
across the journey,
the hidden path,
I need to leave
them,
along the lane,
beyond the last of the straggling houses,
and deeper
into the opening secrets
of tonight,
at last.
For behind
the springtime,
the blossom
of this life,
I need to further
to go further,
into the emptiness,
where the blind man
can see the moon
once again
the reflections,
hidden in his voices
and after sight
after life,
in the first drops
from heavy clouds,
to feel
and see
once again,
through the memory
of rain.
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