rain

A glimmer of white candles shining faintly to the right of an open morning window facing east into the blue sky. A whispering chant coming from the raindrops falling from the candle to the pool of thoughts collected by the ground in the shape of a cloud that pours its thoughts to the ground. I never wonder why the sky falls down every time it's tired. I never wonder what's looking down when our thoughts reveal all that remains. I wonder about the memories that we share inside of our minds: do they remember us back? I wonder why the many moments that we shared in our minds lie so far left behind. So bright, covered by the moonlight, the fire waits alone until the midnight that reflects on you and I and on everyone around the sky that shines on the fire. I never wonder why the sky falls down when our thoughts reveal all that remains. I wonder about the memories that we share inside of our minds: do they remember us back? I wonder why the many moments that we shared in our minds lie so far left behind. Don't you know we are all that remains? I wonder about the memories that we share inside of our minds: do they remember us back? I wonder why the many moments that we shared in our minds lie so far left behind.