Sunday, March 11, 2007

rain, no. 2

i can 't stand the rain
tapping on my window
calling me to dream

i've never understood the clouds
never understood their portents
hidden behind my charms

rocking in this old wood chair
yapping with the fog
come hungry full of gossips

leaves gone brown, some time
yester day, if i can read the signs
learned at my granny's side

this house makes creaks
and shakes me in my sleep
or am i kissing ghosts

i can't stand the rain
when i go dancing
with my feet bare in the cold

listen to that stringy waltz
hiding in the corners
slower than my breath

tapping on my window
voices settled round my bed
calling out my secrets

i can't stand the rain

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