A sole soul strolling through the city.
The streets are empty, for the weather’s filthy.
I don’t mind, slow down my steps, I take my time.
If this mood feels good then did I ever feel fine?
The splendour sight is indefinable, a divine fright.
I get lost in drops,
I reminisce over what once was while the rain is reigning over my thoughts.
I stop walking to hear the waves in the puddles talking.
I can’t help but cry though I try.
It doesn’t feel like I’m crying alone.
I listen and enter their home.
Even when it’s raining I keep my head up high.
These drops containing moonlight changing the nighs sky.
Falling crystals flickering in glitter.
A beauty benigning but ultimately bitter.
An assembly on my face, where two waters met.
One purified by light and grace, one slightly salter, filled with regret.
As they dissolve I try to solve what it means.
But if I do will I after all be free?
Really wish it would wash all that was off of me,
but my scars are waterproof and the dying stars won’t tell me the truth,
what do I do?
I became at peace with their persistence.
I’m at ease and with ease I resemble their resistance.
I let myself go.
I let my soul’s light wander in wonder.
Not through the streets I know,
somewhere yonder and finally I find silence.
A car drives by filling my void with violence.
The superficial light of lanterns wakes me up,
for a moment I was baptized in the tears of God.
Oh what a disastrous sorrow to wake up from delighting bliss.
Returning back tot he world of frightening horror, one I didn’t miss.
Now once again I am.
A sole soul strolling through the city.
Not so lonely after all, ‘cause God cries with me.