I’ve dwelled in a land called heaven
Where colors of the sky are always seven
Yet in this Eden I’m nothing but bone
Yanked and split and far I was thrown
Bearing my cracks far deep within
No more the drops that seep and clean
I wish there’s red still left in my marrow
To smear the cloud with the scraping arrow
Flickering stars, flickering pleas
None would deliver but the One Who Sees
Bath me not in milk
Cloth me not with silk
Lull me not with the song of a Siren
Whose eyes are blinding and scales are burning
For what I’ve yearned is just a rain
Warm rain that hugs and laughs and loves
A rain for me and no one else.
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Honolulu, January 27, 2014
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