Feb 5

Hear it is again, after midnight 

  sounds
Of winter rain

The smell of the air, ions
And the freshness of that smell
Upon my breath, the rhythm

Of the cold water, rhythm and taste

Together in place,
The rain now upon my quiet 

Space. I look back at the city

Lights, my bad eyesight sees 

A floating city in the distance. 

Somewhere is someone I loved 

Sometime, one of those lights or 

The space between two of those things.

None a prison of darkest thoughts,
But unconditional love and acceptance,

First of the self to then be true
Of you.
A new temple built from destruction,

Was it Ur or another Ur
For you?
Because if I do what I said I would
If I would do anything for you
... whisper your name to summer rain,

      to the winter I lay in, 

        myself in the winter

          of mine age...
        
              a thought passes
           a thought through
         my mind's eye
     my midnight
Then let it be just that:
A friend thinking of you.
Listening,
Sounds of summer rain in winter.
After midnight in warm summer air,

An imaginary fade from this cold 

February, a month of a cruel joke

For those whom loves leaves 

Are April born, not evergreen and
Not by September seen.

Moving on to moving to uncharted waters
Falling upon me through the window,

The cold water moves down the screen, 

Somewhere I hope she's smiling, 

That the thing that brought love to my

Surface is sometime the same in state,

That it creates the happiness I knew

This time last year. The rain falls still 

Upon the sill, I smell it still
Through the air,
Moving on to unconditional
Love and acceptance.