~~~ Silver pour ~~~

Once upon a time at evening-light
A little girl was sad.
There was a color in the sky,
A color she knew in her dreamful heart
And wanted to keep it blue.

She held out her arms stretched
Wide...for a long time,
And saw it flow away on the wind.
When she feared it was gone
She did not love the moonlight
Or care for the stars.
She had seen the blue in the sky.

The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water.
What is rain, that pours silver,
And can hold the sky?

And when it poured,
She kissed it gently,
A smile played on her lips.
At least, for a while…
She was yet to know,
That when she is sad, it downpours,
And not that it rains when she is sad…

Sometimes I am sad
Because I often contemplate
Of this little girl…but it doesn't rain...