Last updated: 05/20/2008 10:54 PM
The Meeting
The skies changed on my way to meet you
Invisible to laughing eyes, behind the sun,
An innocuous cloud showed you your tears
The crack of its serendipitous thunder
I never heard ~ it was quiet day less the sonourous
memory of your voice, from when we last spoke
The way the storm flashed and throttled that fading hour
into momentary day ~ my eyes missed that moment.
They were far away, dreaming your arrival on the night
That cloud, a wineskin of your tears and our fates
Who pierced it open on my way to meet you,
and coloured the day with this violet rain?