Secret Voice Of Rain

Secret Voice Of Rain
© Surazeus
2023 04 19

Forever on gray mirror of the road 
I wait for sorrow that glows in my bones 
more subtle than wisdom of the blind toad. 
Her shadow gleams scarlet on lonely stones 
as she glides slowly with elegant grace, 
pure as beauty of this forgotten place. 

She smiles at me through gleam of silver rain, 
hand holding black umbrella of desire, 
so I become eerie strength of old pain. 
Her spirit glows brighter than moon-red fire 
that flutters flame of her dress in cool wind, 
pure as anguish I cannot comprehend. 

Incarnate as Green Dragon of true love, 
she gives me peach from ancient tree of truth, 
then gestures to rain clouds glowing above. 
Rain splashes on doorless houses of faith, 
sliding down fragile trunks of old birch trees 
with pungent scent of long forgotten seas. 

Touching my cheek with her soft fingertip, 
she talks to me with secret voice of rain 
about how passion gleams with each slow drip. 
In every old house lining birch tree lane 
families eat together behind moist walls, 
and wonder at mystery of why rain falls. 

Green trees with flowers bloom on silent hills, 
springing alive outside shadowless doors, 
as sparrows flutter wings on windowsills. 
With breath warm as spring breeze on river shores 
she translates song of rain in vibrant words, 
sweeter than melodies of eager birds. 

We glow alive with blood warm in our veins, 
she whispers as we share romantic kiss, 
hearts turning in love-wind like weather vanes. 
We treasure strangeness in this hour of bliss 
as rain tings soft as bells on roofs of homes 
that shelter lost souls from hostile biomes. 

Eyes blazing with beauty of timeless stars, 
Green Dragon reveals how rain weaves our souls 
while talking with secret voice of our hearts. 
Between our two separate bodies rain flows 
in swirls of passion that bind us as one 
so we embody pure soul of the sun. 

As I gaze in her moon-black eyes with love, 
that gleam with countless stars of timeless faith, 
Green Dragon soars away to clouds above. 
Rain talks to us about our chosen path 
in vibrant current of fate we design 
that flows from her body to create mine.