One Single Impression: Blue Rain

Every day, fractions:
37 of the last 40,
39 of the last 45,
43 of the last 50...

The rain doesn't stop

Yet, somehow the blossoms open wide

To propogate their kind

With the help of those endlessly

Hungry bees and bugs
And anyone else sensible
And sensuous enough
To fall into those flowers

Until he wears the magic

And just keeps going

Even in the rain.

Day after day the sky darkens,
Midday looks like dusk,
And clouds surrender to
Some cosmic command
To let go and just keep on
And on and on

Until we are exhausted.

So be it.

The flowers will blossom.

Fall into them

Take their magic with you

And then by all means

Forget the fractions

And come inside

With my bouquet.

One Single Impression