Heavy Rain
by Jeff Sloan
There is dark truth on the window pane
I know not when or from where it came
A lake, an ocean, or a faraway stream
A heavy rain in a long lost dream
I used to think the heaven's cried
For an invented man, who couldn't die
But since my youth I have realized
How foolish were these ancestral lies
For, who cannot accept that rain simply falls
And for rain, clouds return to collect it all
But we are not water formed in clouds
Rather, the light of stars that will burn out
There is dark truth on the window pane
I know now from where and when it came
Unlike the living's infinite frailty
The rain will fall in lifeless infinity.
J.S.
I know not when or from where it came
A lake, an ocean, or a faraway stream
A heavy rain in a long lost dream
I used to think the heaven's cried
For an invented man, who couldn't die
But since my youth I have realized
How foolish were these ancestral lies
For, who cannot accept that rain simply falls
And for rain, clouds return to collect it all
But we are not water formed in clouds
Rather, the light of stars that will burn out
There is dark truth on the window pane
I know now from where and when it came
Unlike the living's infinite frailty
The rain will fall in lifeless infinity.
J.S.