I've heard of a place where it only rains
Between the dawns and dusks
So lilac, red, and orange hues
Can stream across the sky.
I know of a place where the thunderstorms
Are hushed and far away
So children can be lulled to dream
Of lions--placid, calm.
I've been to a place where there are no floods,
No torrents, and no hail,
Where lovers sit in the drizzle-falls
And dream in the pleasant chill.
I live in a place where the rain is sweet
And the river gently rolls
Where wind's eternal lazy glide
Turns fields to wide jade seas.
I'll rest in a place where the rain is light
And bluebirds greet the sun,
And the days that passed my windowsill
I'll see yet from my tomb.
May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 4:25 PM UTC
I've heard of a place where it only rains
Between the dawns and dusks
So lilac, red, and orange hues
Can stream across the sky.
I know of a place where the thunderstorms
Are hushed and far away
So children can be lulled to dream
Of lions--placid, calm.
I've been to a place where there are no floods,
No torrents, and no hail,
Where lovers sit in the drizzle-falls
And dream in the pleasant chill.
I live in a place where the rain is sweet
And the river gently rolls
Where wind's eternal lazy glide
Turns fields to wide jade seas.
I'll rest in a place where the rain is light
And bluebirds greet the sun,
And the days that passed my windowsill
I'll see yet from my tomb.