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WALKING IN THE RAIN

by Mark Maxey

a 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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