the
summer drowns in the rain
as if Noah’s
flood once more.
the sun
is pale and half asleep,
wrapped
in cotton clouds.
the
dusky day flows into darkness.
and
prematurely rising night
reduces
all to nothing,
to the
length of my touch.
I open
the door
I
listen to the song
of the night
and rain,
slow
and heavy… cold
like
the face of a comet.
a song
without words:
a song
that guide me far,
in the
land of my dreams,
where
only silence and darkness,
where
the frozen breath of God
drifts
toward the distant sun,
where I
can hear my heartbeats
~c:NKO
7/29/13
