WALKING IN THE RAIN by Mark Maxeya Vietnamese girl is looking for Ho in the rain
washing away the moments we shared
sipping a hot cup of tea
sharing space with idleness
as if we were best friends
"I have this feeling," he spoke
filling a void vast as the sea
spilling over as you step in the puddle
lets go this way
chance encounters enters a new dimension
that lost in a language not yet spoken
blue lights echo off the yellow walls
and a voice shatters the illusion
waking up on a river of dreams
meant to expand
one should live where the soul is in harmony
and not torn between two places
silence
snuggled with loneliness and making love to emptiness
giving birth to no one
living to die
and sitting next to you
I can't speak the words
I've waited a lifetime to say
riding on an ocean a universe away
I find I still have not
found what I've been looking for
peering into the green water through slats built to protect
I'm free to swim the ocean
made of tears from our separation
a black silk scarf hangs over the bird cage
casting an eerie scene
life is like that
seen through sheer fabric
an allusion of what is
and I wonder what if
we peer through the veil
if we can fly away
from our cage
11/07/2004 Posted on 01/17/2005 Copyright © 2024 Mark Maxey
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