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Raining
P. Alexandra |
Raining, four in the morning
Someone up there seems to be crying
Why? I wonder not
Tears have always a reason. Relief. Salvation.
Need not to ask why
Maybe an angel or a demon
Wants to buy us off
Maybe a god is offering salvation
Washing away our wildest thoughts
Soothing us down, give us deliverance
Endurance to walk in rain
Passion has each raindrop
Some kind of a drug
Not mend to get us high
But to dictate us a mood
A rainy one, stoned
Stillness, no air just rain
Calmness, sorrow coming from above
Yet still reveals the hidden within
The unexpected is yet to be found
God of Thunder, oh, scary you seem to me not
Lighting the way for the raindrops down
Noise you create to wake Orpheus
And the ones that he embraces tight
Do they hear you? No!
Harmony is yet to be seen by those who can
Harmony in every elf,
in every god of this wild nature
Times of creation, angels and demons
come join us
Have you ever seen through
a bit or wide open window?
When it's raining at night?
Have you taken a long walk or drive?
Keeping your eyes wide open?
Another world arises then
Another world creates
Pictures words paintings sculptures
Fire, Thunder, Rain, Earth and Sky dancing
Walk, get wet, salvation you seek
Emerge from your night beautiful dreams
Get your ashes in a body and mind
Feel, whisper what you feel, reveal
Then yell if it's coming out
Create power from the hidden energy, images
Spin yourself around,
through yourself on the floor
Relief, Salvation
Fire, Thunder, Rain, Earth and Sly
confused within you, yet still dancing
Creators are created
Poets are meeting to the strangest places
Streets
I'm all wet. Just came back in.
I can't stop writing. Crying like the sky.
Breathe not. Sobriety not. Salvation...
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