Desert Rain

7.6.09

We sat in silence on that dark night on Earth. Wind blew in the orange trees, and the full moon illuminated the scenery before us.  The wind whistled through the rocks, revealing the irresolvable calamity of the hidden ones.  Unrevealing what I was meant to say to them . . . Rain pounded on the pavements, and hope and despair filled the air at once as I felt the tables slipping away from me.  Ungrasping those silent moments, forgetting to exhale when confusion smothered me.  Standing in still silence, as we waited for the start, the stars shining down on us.  Ardent sparks filled the hole inside, and city lights shined on through the stagnating darkness.  Preternatural was the feeling of the drive, the dark and deep wound pulled wider as all came crashing down from sky-scraping buildings.  The cold dotted our visions as we walked, as if through primrose and thorn bushes, ignoring, forgetting, unbelieving.  The carved roads and painted skies were bright with innocence and hope as we walked those sunlit days.  Camaraderie with the sun, the breath-taking reality.  The lives it took with it each dusk.  Solemn were those days, when I forgot and never saw the light at the end of the road.  Still, we laughed through the winter, the cataclysm from the fall thrown behind our backs and never seen again.  The snow fell like the afterwake of a fire from a previous morn, and we danced and wrote poems in despair.  The streets always grew darker as we all changed and never noticed; as time passed and we never changed.  The beauty and enchantment of those solemn days walk on in some other dimension.  Where salvation and hope exist.  Exists.  Walking down the dirt road, we inhaled the scent of rain on a desert night.  And of it, we saved nothing.  We said nothing.  We felt nothing.