I Cannot Follow

On flew the bird,
Through bullets
Of rain.
Heavy and fat, on
Tiny bone and wing
Should snap.
Fierce drops try to hammer
Fragile life
To the ground.

Unchanged, and elegant,
On she flies.

While I,
Am weighed down.
A thousand cold kisses
Have forced me
To stop.


If I Fell, Would You Take Me Home?

A great fall.
Such speed.
The ground.
To nothing.

Blink of an eye.
To land softly.
A small part
Of a whole.

I am the rain.
Over barren

There is
A lake.

Every Cloud In a Dark Sky

Oh yes.
It rains here
Every day.
He said.
While smiling.
Or crying.
I could not
Tell in the
Rage of falling

What we have done,
To make the sky fall.
A god heave and sob.
Or that demon spit.
We do not know.

But I carry on.
For one day,
There will
Be sun
Through the rain,
And I will
Finally see
That rainbow.

The Loss of Sol

She watched the water
Fall as liquid bullets
On to the lake. Shrapnel
Drops bounced back up
Hitting anything that
Couldn’t run away.
The bullets rained down
On her, plastering her hair
To an ashen white face
Peppering a body and
Staining her clothes with
See-through wounds.
Rain turned the sky bruise
Black and purple.
Soon the wind would
Join, cavalry coming.
All the time the weather
Waged war around her.
She sat still as stone, taking
No side and seeking no
Shelter. The only thing
Worth fighting for
Had already been lost

The Land Couldn’t Move

Rain beat down
Hard and sharp, shining
Shards of dark water
Yet still she stood
High on that hill
Watching, waiting
Keeping her promise

Wind flew in fast
Beating with swirling fists
But couldn’t make her move
Or take her eyes
From the horizon

Slowly softly snow fell
Gentle fingers freezing all
As that year met its end
She did not shiver
Nor take one step
High on that hill

A promise had been made
That someone must keep
And to this day she stands
Watching over the land
That can send nothing
To make her move