against anything is to be at war

there are places
I have yet to walk
within the crystal raindrops
and tears
such separations of self
rain and these tears are never parted
they are mentioned in the phantom reasons
that clouds pass through, capturing the sun

nothing is so much falling again
that I forget to gather your
lilac scent before the butterflies of light
love's purity is a distant silence
beside me in your pillowed hair...
I sleep in the bed's pressed edge
of shadows and unheeded
repositories of truth.

I am not part of
these, too many eyes of round
planets, our galaxies pass within
one another

Love is our forever folded hands
walking in the rain.