The days rain on my eternity
One year, the clouds slacken off
And my eyes, until then carefree, close
To the sight of the essential sunbeam
That my imagination couldn't give me
Thanks, I can rest in peace
Gilded tears will brighten up my smile
What matter that they don't feed
Some arid hearts - rocks from glebe -
They'll cast shimmering the time of a moment
Over the juice of a working worm

© IDDN 2005

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