Faces In Rain Drops

Faces In Rain Drops
© Surazeus
2016 06 01
Nashville, Tennessee

Dreaming songs by a lake in Tennessee,
I am a rain drop in an endless sea,
so I emerge from timeless waves of hope
to name every breathing person I meet.

I walk the crowded street in burning sun
where a singer inside each open door
seeks for the elusive laurels of fame
while they invent a dream world no one sees.

I see your faces in rain drops of light
play stories of your lives that teach me right.

While I am driving on a country road
that spirals round the hills of Tennessee,
I see reflected in silver rain drops
faces of every soul I ever knew.

I carry on my back a heavy load
that bears the memories of every soul
whose love sparked the body in which I live
that carried us all west ten thousand years.

I see your faces in rain drops of light
play stories of your lives that teach me right.

Each ancestor whose life informs my own
dreams through the shattered memories of my eyes
so I weave them all in one laughing song
that spreads wings on which I pretend to fly.

When thunderstorm cracks blue Edenic sky
and drenches silent hills in beating fear
I shelter in haven of apple tree
and write words of hope on each curling limb.

I see your faces in rain drops of light
play stories of your lives that teach me right.

I feel alone and lost on nameless hill
till I turn and see your eyes smiling bright
so we hold hands and walk the winding road
that leads us to the garden we share home.

Our children jump around us in a ring
then stomp their feet and clap their hands in sync
to match the rhythm of our spinning world
when we gather at the river to feast.

I see your faces in rain drops of light
play stories of your lives that teach me right.

I work all day in the vast hall of dreams
to build a garden home from paper bills
that vanish in the gusting wind of time
while we sing on the beach in falling rain.

I am the Lightning that strikes the dead world
and sparks aching souls of dreamers alive
who embrace to transform fear into love
and paint our faces in rain drops of song.

I see your faces in rain drops of light
play stories of your lives that teach me right.