November 16, 2011
Open to your own interpretation.
Traffic lights fill my warped vision,
Twisted and mutated with the little prisms
Of raindrops that cover my view.
A cold moon blots out the sun.
Windshield wipers squeak away
A trickle that fights a path
Through the minions of other
Droplets in its way.
It's cozy in here, away from the storm
Speeding down the highway.
My hand and nose feel so cold
But my heart is feeling warm.
The sky is dark overhead
With occasional flashes of silver sprinkles
That coat everything like the cupcake
I was just fed.
Somewhere far away,
Under a different rain
Through a different window
In a different state and place,
You reach out with your hand
To collect a drop; then you let it fall
With the hopes that maybe it will
At last on my window land.
The wind buffets, the thunder trumpets,
The big drops bully the little drop
As he struggles to fly
Far away to where I sit.
Another drop, one among millions
Hits my window.
It courses down between the others
And I cannot help but think:
It's the same drop you touched
And sent to me with love.
So I roll down my window,
And wash it away.
It drops in a puddle
And is overcome by the others.
If that was your love
Then I'll never know it.
