Rain On Water ©
Wind blows through greying clouds
and listens for the rain and the rain comes.
Streaming down sky spirit pathways,
tick-tocking down, beating on and on.
For the stars are leaking,
dumping their tears in falling chaos
on skins of light, trembling
a surface of whispers.
A blue haze seems to hang in the air
as teardrop dancers twist
and turn their wind partners
tap-tapping on flickering blue muslin
like drum beats on soft calf leather.
They dive into graves of silvered water,
their crowned fountains sinking
into underground pools of hidden secrets
leaving a fresh silence as they melt
into the tomb of a great river.