Echoes in Rain

Rain whispers phrases that time forgot,

spills silver currents where stone skin holds,

etches rivers as ghosts drift through them,

whispered secrets, soft and sown

A song, free staccato, beats out

each an unkept vow.

Each drop gathers puddles where reflections twist,

facing faces not here, not now

Some find in the rain the ink on a frail page,

as each drop writes another verse down on streetless names;

others watch the bruise fade.

Like old wounds of soft, lost battles.

Under gray skies, the world breathes deep,

puts on a dreamscape of sky and clay,

and for those who listen, speak of things

but forever just a whisper away.