Oneirology

Oblivion in Alluvion

Carry on and write a song that says it all
And shows it off before you die
Take a little breath before you catch an
Early death, there is so much sky...

~*~

standing out

in the rain

where i could stay

for hours

my heartbeat, it

slows to a lull

and my

hands lose

their tremble.

i meditate;

eyes closed,

tasting petrichor,

hearing the

grumbling thunder,

fingers drawn to

skyward bloom,

drowned in

reveries...

as i feel the

rivulets

of heavenly tears

cascade

down my

fingertips and

torrents

dripping down

my peaceful visage

and water

kissing my skin

ever gently.

lost in a cool

daydream,

a blank slate

of pondering inside

my tranquil mind,

rife with

contentment

and solipsistic

notions,

knowing that

warm soup

and hot coffee

and a tea cosy is

waiting for me home

even though

at that moment,

i was already there.

as the rain

slows leisurely

to a languid cease,

i gaze at the

atmosphere

and bade the

fugacious weather

goodbye-

although i'm

tinged with a sense

of melancholy,

for with my

aqueous companion,

mine empty soul

has never been

quite more

fulfilled, more

purposeful and

alive.

~*~

Hey, you're fine
I wanna listen to the radio
Driving down Calexico highway
And now I know the signs for sure...