'If i stood on rain drops.'

If I stood on rain drops, I could muddle with the puddle, Replicate my reflection, With myself. Remunerate the many faces, I remember once I had. If I stood on rain drops… I’d get wet. I am wet, What’s new. Silver in the dew drops, pearls for my fate, A billion tiny droplets, Which one should I choose?! Lay upon them all, I’ll ruin fates cruel bind, Destined for the great things… I’ll follow all the right signs. Rampant with the image, Of a trillion little voices, Asking me to grant them, A trillion little wishes… I cannot. For as I stand on rain drops… I get wet. If I stood on rain drops, I could remember all the clouds… Tempt the sky with my madness, With the storm inside my soul. Expect my shallow weep and wake, To follow in your footsteps, close. Saturation… From my over cast. Diffusion… From my soaking past. Look into the sky, Watch me fall your way, Catch me in your every pore, As you stand inside this muggy day. The expanse in mind is vast, Return to me at sunset… Touch me, At last. If I stood on rain drops, I would fizzle in the drizzle, Separate my affection, With myself. Reverberate my stolen smile, I like to think is mine. If I stood on rain drops… I’d get wet. I am wet, What’s new. Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 03:34 AM PST, harry luck    0 • 10