from rafters of memory
and deep frim rodges
housed in siblings far off game chambers
comes the rain, oh lord
and it reflects my tears, which originally grew in mirrors
oh windows of illusion
and the rain fell, like ballbearings on a roulette wheel
eliminating the future
and i saw ghosts: they were children
running through a cedar boulevard
into a wood
they came to a gate and looked inside, it was raining
and they heard a soft moaning, warm and plural
and the rain fell: on the lake, in the vast garden
faster and faster
it was dark
suddenly children were everywhere
gilding along the rake, running through the trees
the stars arranged themselves like an illuminated skipping rope
the trees were rich and high, and mingled with the stars
as jewels complement skin
come, jump across the lake!
into the branches!
higher than the clouds!
let the rain fall
from secret passageways
and oak casements come these spirits
out of their sleepy silver webs
they play with the forgotten animals at night
and patter on out windows when we sleep
only the rain has such soft fingers
only the rain