Listening rain plashes
upon crystal spring waters
It hears the trailing distance
disguised in the silent gravity
chasing it down the sky;
refreshingly sprinkling
stillness
where spotless fawns
drink from mirror pond
green and peacefulness
A man falls from
a distance he knows by heart;
dropping like a wind broke tree ...
Breaking all the silence hidden
within the deepest places
of his soul
Hitting the ground hard
to see if he still feels —
laying there broken
feeling the raindrops
soothe the hurt
Certain when he’s able
to get back up,
hearing a distant calling
to the fountains of his soul —
he may fall down again
bearing the weight
of broken dreams
But he’s seen it all
for long enough to know:
he’s no candle in the wind
Awakening in an unfinished life,
coming back from the dead,
still feeling each
feral breath enough —
to keep on trying
to chase down the wind ...
harlon rivers .
November 4th, 2018
Rumi said: 'Whoever brought me here
Will have to take me home'