I feel
the pattern of the rain
as dark drops
spreading into each other
across the pavement
I see it
revealed
in the tattoo
on my rooftop now
the colour
is every colour
made richer
at a touch
the pallet
drawn from an endless sea
uniformly grey
the texture
is a sound
that lulls my mind
to sleep
in a blanket
tugged higher
in the middle of a dream
of rainy nights
when raindrops rebound
back into the air
only to fall
a sigh
again
© Frank Prem, 2017
May 2017 Poem #22: finding myself backwards
Beautiful sights and sounds in a dream-like piece, Frank. Wish I could have slept in this morning. 😉
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Thanks Steve. Sadly, the daydreams don’t wait.
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