It is raining so hard
like cords
being thrown from heavens down on earth;
invisible ropes
of infinite pain
raindrops, teardrops
making puddles of sadness
that soon run into each other
forming streams
over uneven paths
that swell into rivers of healing force
every now and then.
Tag Archives: paths
sometimes
Sometimes
time stands still
reflecting an image of you
Sometimes
Im haunted by those
moments that still linger
in secret corners
of my being
Sometimes
in those moments
I stumble upon myself, a stranger
passing by, pausing
for a glimpse
of that unearthy experience-
our togetherness
Sometimes
I witness the miracle
that our paths
should have crossed
when we are worlds in ourselves;
now nothing
in my world would be the same
ever