A purple sunset's magic
floats between silver clouds,
the esscence of a rainstorm
sweeps the barren earth.
Sprawled accross peeling remnants of my porch,
i welcome the soothing tears of the sky.
Every crystal sends tremors
through lifeless skin.
cold rivers run over bare flesh,
relieving the pressures of every day existence.
Each drop, a diamond kiss.
Makes every inch of the spirit
taste like freedom.
Lifting battered arms
to the sparkling tears of mother earth.
Let them wash the bleeding rivers clean.
Raindrops sizzle on my cigarette,
a pop of small explosions.
Freeing a little girl's giggle,
trapped for so long.
Laughter is foriegn and liberating.
This simple gift of nature,
holds a beauty unequaled.
Life is ready to live again.