bring me
more
of them sweet rain drops,
the ones that slip
through branch
and leaf
with naive &
bumbling grace,
like children
rolling gleefully
down
hills of grassy green.
i call for the tempest
in all her wildness,
and for skies
so deep in grey,
that Moon feels welcome
to slip in and play.
in this welcome calamity,
on my knees I sing,
for the hope
of a rainbow:
Gaia’s dream.
so,
please,
kiss me
again,
like you used to do,
and let us light the bright
with a magic so
fresh
and so new.
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