as a
child of
three
i guess i was
drunk on the peach-
sorbet sunrise;
a
promise of
light
(and i knew then that promises
equaled
dreams come true)
so my first morning rainfall
was millions of diamonds
crystals clear as happiness
singing nonchalantly
as they twirled to embrace the
silvery expectant air
so imagine my black anger
when i reached out to capture
these precious pearls of perfection
and they dissolved
they vanished
in my bewildered hand
well i know now
that diamonds drop to dust
and sunrise falls to
dreary day
and some promises vanish
like tears into a lake
... but i wonder why
i still
will always love rain