Turning Rain

The rain comes down softly
As soft as a page being turned in a monastery.
My love turns softly,
as soft as the night sky descending.
We are all under the spell now,
It has pulled us in.

Turning, turning, turning
In our madman's trance.
We dance like newly-weds
In the Rain.
Flowers are bursting forth
With different colors and perfumes.
The Earth's pungent smell
Engulfs us all.

Turning, turning, turning
The pages of the great book
I enclose my slavery in the last chapter.
I start anew my freshest slavery -
to you.

To you, the raindrops belong;
The yellow birds' song.
Mother has picked us up,
Up from our wretched state;
Up to the celestial cosmos,
Where all our fates await.

Take my hand as
We fly across the galaxies,
Exploring new dimensions
Which no one else can see.

The Forest has opened its arms
To the Babes of the nite.
The interwoven desires,
Hold us extremely tight.

The mingling of the senses
Is all I get from
Being with you.
Breathing your touch,
And seeing your smell.
I fall away
As I swell - with
The Passionate Desires
Which engulf my Heart.

Oh my Heart!
Hearken to my call!

I shall never fall lest you leave.
Leave me - the death beside my bed,
The Spider on the wall,
Which is having me for dinner tonite.

To you I shall bestow,
The Rainbows, Leaves and Barks.
All of those which have been
Touched by the Soft Rain.
The Rain which flows steadily down
The saddest of mine window panes.
So Softly!