Two starlings in love, flying between the raindrops,
swooping down from the clouds into the mist
of the downpour but they don’t feel the rain,
too caught up in the fleeting moment of the dance,
lost forever in an eternity that never lasts long,
the expectation of the suspension of time gone
in the wreckage of tomorrow’s memories.
But today they fly and dance and sing and twirl,
with no thought of tomorrow and the loss that may come,
living in a singularity, a lifetime in a few minutes.
Rain washes away any residue of what used to be,
but how beautiful it is to watch the process unfold.