Memory Fragments: Probity

See The Rain Dropping From My Eyes

Shield your eyes; lest you want to see the rain dropping from mine
My tears shall foresee what time we feel, what sound we make, and what blood we taste
Close them up. A future not worth seeing where we are drowned in this brine
Yet they are wide open. Like puddles of feelings I have never faced

You see my soul dropping. From each eye, an angel's grace and a demon's temptation
Please, do not leak any tears of your own. Humans and robots are not meant to cry
Titania, Yester: Do you love me? I find myself ill-fitting for that station
Love between four species. It muddies up in my eyes; I can't distinguish, and I don't know why

I go blind and blinder for each tear I shed. This rain on your parade, I seem to follow
Unbeknownst to me that I am the one making it, I splash and splash on the mirrors of my soul
Your eyes reflect the true me. Yet I murk it up by crying fake tears of feelings most hollow
Yet here you are. At the end of storm and not before; a calm that my body seems to console

Thank you for being here. For all that you have done for me. For teaching me all sorts of things
Without you, I'd never known humans or robots. I remain a mystery, but not you. Not anymore
Taking a bath together, I realize: My wings are not so different from your strings and springs
They glitter with my tears more and more. Revealing the rainbow I have come to adore

When you see the rain dropping from my eyes, I see the sun shining brightly in yours
What a beautiful array of colors. What sights I never came to know from you
I wonder: What lies at the end of the rainbow? Perhaps, the end of my internal wars?
My jester makes me laugh while my vanguard protects me from this dry view

So I will cry and cry in front of you from now on. To wet the earth and let love blossom
I'll cry and cry; but, to what end? I'm yet to know. If I knew everything, then I wouldn't be crying
My senses would forever remain a mystery, yet I have mastered my pillow bosom
"Bosom?" ...Shush. A pun is what I need right now, to keep my tears undying

It doesn't matter if a cry from pain, sorrow or happiness. What I cry will be true
So, see the rain dropping from my eyes. Tell me what you see past the black clouds
Behind those clouds of mystery, lies the woman I wish I knew
She cries and cries from inside myself. Confused at what she knows, she shrouds

With no sense of touch, hearing, taste or sight, all she can do is smell the wet earth I just made
This earth for you and me; she shall walk unafraid. Feel the ocean of time's flows
Hear the space between words. Taste a heart's bleeding feelings. See the rain of love's cascade
Finally: Smell the earth I work with my hands. Let her, and be the only thing she truly knows