Another one from the Yjanla Castello experiment..the last one i guess

Note : i have reason to believe that this isone of the best from that long ago session...

Rain


Whenever the raindrops end their exile
and become refugees on my skin
I cannot explain but I remember you

Of how you held them, broken as they were
On the cup of your palm, as if an offering
Or waiting for them to fly.

Like a child you were with your smile
With outstretched arms you welcomed them
As if they were the toys inside boxes, behind glass
windows.

I have wondered if you welcomed the rain
To become your cloak, your mask, and if their hold
Is kin to the shadows you left yesterday

Oe perhaps, their cold is there to temper you,
So that whatever that burns may steam off
And blow away the dried shell breaking.

The things that fall need places,
And the rain washes away the streets, why not
Let it wash human bodies

So you told me with your transparent words
Emerging from the cave of your mouth,
your eyes had hands and whisked me away to talk of
different paths…

…until the sun was chased away by the dark.

Whenever the raindrops end their exile
and become refugees on my skin
I cannot explain but I remember you,

And even after when the hands of day
Have brushed away the rain you held so close,
and I wonder if you were also washed away

absent as you are now.