Sex, God and Rain

and then...

tonight, there is nothing.

save the sound of rain.

and a world

dissolved

to murky silhouettes.

nothing

but a man with his pain.

and a stormy heart

that never forgets.

i think we're all just poems

unread,

in dreams

from which we never wake.

and in fear of life,

we die,

instead,

as holy hearts

slowly break.

*****

i just remembered something.

it was a thought i had once.

about her.

it's beautiful,

how she turns 

falling

into flight.

*****

sometimes,

i long to disappear

in the fields and woods,

and dwell

with the wandering, whispering things.

to make the sky my roof,

and the earth my bed.

because, after all,

i am only

a wandering, whispering thing, too.