DIRE verse two RAIN
Thin sound of clarity when rain starts to fall.
Porcelain droplets clutch at fields and treetops.
Violet solar fingers trace the lines of each reflection.
Dawn awakens us
Almost as if each sound will be formed once more.
It gathers itself as wind strokes through treetops shaking the branches.
Shaking the light from the branches enticing the trees with an aura of cloud.
This curtain of rain travels skies and spheres where broken starlight offers
us knowledge .
It carries the tears of the universe,
the sighs of the sun
There is a blueprint of lifelines to follow
Sacred scars anointed with ancient wounds dried in this light
These hemispheres have no name.
They are of rotating formation.
Each breath begins again in the stillness of reflection.
All is of sight and of sound
After this stillness, we will learn to speak again
Copyright © Kornelia Birch | Year Posted 2017