Tuesday, April 15, 2014

THE WOMAN OF SORROW AND THE RAIN
two people sleeping together are not necessarily at home.
someone will confess love, but the other has already fallen asleep.
the night is too long for meditation.
morning arrives too late.

the eyes are swollen and she goes on the usual routine of service and
silence.
she goes to the comfort of another room. Turns on the shower.
Feels the water. Soaps her whole body. Wish that things are washed
away.
Sorrow. Regret. Dirt are not the same.
Love asks.
The days run like wild deers. The forest of innocence
gone.
At a certain moon, all begin to speak to her. Leaves.
Dry air.
The curtains are taken off the window. The window undressed
Looks bare. Too unlike of her bareness. She dreams of an emptiness
that is as silent as her agony.
She opens the door of the house. She lets the wind in.
She walks under the rain. She does not know where she is going.

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