when it rains
i go with the rain
i go to the deep places
of the earth
where the light is missing
where the green is
so green
it’s almost black
and the forest is
its own kind of
personal forgetting

when it rains
i go with the rain
until i am washed
of everything
but rain

i lived in a house
of lost things
until i realized
everything is where
it should be
and suddenly
the house of lost things
was the only thing
that was lost

the dead of night
isn’t dead at all
it is a living mystery
born each day
of Mother Dusk

when autumn strikes
the leaves fall and
the trees lose their memories

that is why it’s so easy
for them to blossom
come spring time

they know nothing
of heartbreak

they don’t even remember
their love for Lady Summer,
the one they swore
would never die

darling,
there are winds
and then
there are ghosts
the hard part
is knowing
which is kissing your cheek

there may be
millions of rain drops
but they all come
from the same storm
and the storm always says
the same thing

i’m not telling what though
you’ll have to sit
and listen

this house burned down a
long time ago but the ghosts
are still on fire