Word

and we meet in a garden of words, separated by a palindrome of emotions which will never come to pass. reflected on rainbow puddles and across sing song clouds in dewdrops and pond side dreams, scattered syllables of secret smiles

while it rains in dulcet tones, summersongs drip from the leaves and rainbows peek out of puddles rippling in notes of blue. thoughts of rain keep me up while i play my tunes with little thought to tomorrow’s hazy dawn.rainsmith,

the night carves out iridescent verse amidst stormy collisions of the soul in a soliloquy with the rainsmith. with piano toned and lilted lyrics from moonshine puddles ‘twixt silences which make leaves rustle.till reality rings out and the song voice

Somewhere there is a book lost elsewhere so we would never look. Yellowed parchment the color of sunsets and kisses words the shape of lullabies in foreign tongues and the floaty things you see when you close your eyes. Where