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Come softly silver rain, come softly now my thoughts, heavy as October's reddest hue in hours shed these patched conceits of dry leaves, curled along the Summer road, become some vast appalling wilderness... Your hands, an Autumn dream, cast a thick red sap upon the swollen planes of my body, crouch in a stealth pathos of grey leopard cells, as they well, wild with faith and thirsty prayer... Come away from these stale Summer breads, for your kisses are a much softer fate than wisdom, come the ease of rain, softly silver rain... Stay the solemn night with leaves, bedeck my perilous flesh, let it ascend its grey latitudes in blizzards of dogwood, kindling songs on paperchains... My hands, string an alphabet of silence, tied by hours of rope, inviolate, palms clasped to glass, two hummingbirds, quiet... Stilled, joined, unbind to close into fists, come Autumn the season of bearing, the rich red earth darkens and drinks our tears, and now, never the ease of rain, falling, come softly, softly silver rain....
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Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
Silver Rain:
Come softly silver rain, come softly now my thoughts, heavy as October's reddest hue in hours shed these patched conceits of dry leaves, curled along the Summer road, become some vast appalling wilderness... Your hands, an Autumn dream, cast a thick red sap upon the swollen planes of my body, crouch in a stealth pathos of grey leopard cells, as they well, wild with faith and thirsty prayer... Come away from these stale Summer breads, for your kisses are a much softer fate than wisdom, come the ease of rain, softly silver rain... Stay the solemn night with leaves, bedeck my perilous flesh, let it ascend its grey latitudes in blizzards of dogwood, kindling songs on paperchains... My hands, string an alphabet of silence, tied by hours of rope, inviolate, palms clasped to glass, two hummingbirds, quiet... Stilled, joined, unbind to close into fists, come Autumn the season of bearing, the rich red earth darkens and drinks our tears, and now, never the ease of rain, falling, come softly, softly silver rain....
janette
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janette
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Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
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