Summer rain

 by Miriam Tkee

When words are raining
Smile brighten the sky's soul...
Or is injured by green lightnings of the anger
Pain and joy ... touch the quiet thresholds of the eye itself regards
And it sees there, in the past, the denied states of abyss

The magic of the passing states of ecstasy
You think you know everything
But mind tricks distorted perception of longing
You wanna things to be like you wish and think will happen
When this happens you think: was predestined
The past is where you stop yelling at nothing
Where silences start speaking
And words cry and whisper inconsolable pray
Along with the rithm of the summer rain
A stone has no soul, so it has anything to lose,
The attribute of a stone is to become dust in the wind ..
Where does the soul run?
The attribute to the soul is to turn into powder stars
How the soul can lose itself if he's just a traveler?
And I think: how it could be like the stars would speak with you?
Love means.. longing your better half..