Over the Phone

Somewhere in the same Universe
lightening will strike twice
Birds will sit in the front row
and the ships will anchor mid sea

The Pot of gold will have an epiphany
as the light of the rainbow will breathe
brush strokes of life, when the stars align
momentarily.

Corners of circles will square the spreading fire in
the tinsel of the stars will be set in stones
and restrain will drop all arms, unconsciously.

Jumping off the rhapsody of this sunset
will be our leap of faith
into the drizzle of chaos

You and I will splash into that puddle
that drips from the thundering skies
in that alternate universe
where lightening strikes twice

A Rainy Day

The rain is silent,
It just sits on my window pane and sometimes slips away
Its scent lurks the musky room where the creases of the sheet still lay
The impressions of our bodies turned away from each other still stay
The pages of my half read book flutter in the thundering winds
The wax from the burnt candle chips away and crumbles by my toes
A cup of coffee, dark and strong
Oblivious to the orchestra of birds outside
Today no conversations fill my mind
Only the silence of the rain.