With the Skies

 

I walk in the rain

So I can cry with the skies

Let our hail stones

bereave us both of our hell

Our mutual cascades

cruise on the loft of emancipation

So when you see me in the rains

Please me not with gifts of umbrellas.

Am in the camouflage

of a privacy that allows for tears.

Neither your consolations.

they only delay the dooms day,

while it gathers momentum.

The rain of my eyes

floods away the imperfections of my heart

Pristine!

My respite

comes forth

they defuse the cluster bombs of  pent ups.

I want to cry

Like a  homeless stranger

Cold in a dark night

Sob through the night

Until I come  aloft in the Sunrise

Tears dripped to a freeze

Without a shoulder to lean on

Heart rinsed of all unbecoming 

Until am done

To know me alone

In my weakness 

I am reborn 

like a phoenix perched 

on Charioted Hercules shoulder 

Riding on red Avenue

That empties into chasm 

Of splendour 

Photocredit: Soracities