Showing posts with label Current 93. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Current 93. Show all posts

Friday, May 30, 2014

When the May Rain Comes









Green are the streets
The asphalt is glistening
When the dust of the day
Will be washed away
The windows are closed
And the rain is dripping
From sill to sill
And down to the ground






When the May rain comes... 




Very young are the leaves
Of the trees and the shrubs
And tiny flowers grow! 
In the roadside ditch
The laughter of a child
Who's jumping into puddles
Whilst the water trickles
Right over her face







And this is the morning of the year
A rainy green smile
After a long gloomy
Pale winter night
The shouting of the child
Melts into rustling
When the heavy rain
Rushes
From on the high







When the May rain comes
All of this shall be washed away
When the May rain comes...

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Monday, May 7, 2012

As Real As Rainbows




 





 
So when and where
Were the revolutions?

The deserts now
Are full of the comas of stars
Bone and memory of fallen faces



 






 
Killing stars and wine
So when and what
Were the revolutions?

The Saints offered
Heads for halos
Kissing silver rains
Pulled jaguars
To the edge of constellations








 
Called all beyond the Call
Breathed lateral blood
Not beast at Winter
With grasshoppers eyes like almonds
The sound of cicadas just clouds
As real as rainbows



 






Beauty hovering and hiding
In the scrubby earth
Lies Murder sour
Meanwhile seamless
The flowered face smiles
At last shots of Mass
From erased emperors
At the turn of her tidal face
Beloved by the seas

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