in the rain
she stood in the rain
a woman without a name
shadows
fell only within mirrors
ice called to stone
carved where dreams
call to all the aging children
where dragons come to life
someone dared to see
the shadow
where this woman stood
in the rain
upon the tips of his fingers
rhyme caught within
a lone drop of water
sky steam as wind
called to him just an image
unseen as dreams fall
in the rain
she was loved
but never knew him
for
he also had no name
It is kind of a ghostly or atmospheric bit of imagery. Happens to me sometimes when I'm falling asleep trying to read these poems. I see clearly in the fog.
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