Songs brighten the deep clear water.
A voice adds luxury to the clouded sky.
Who do I hear imagining rain?
Sing louder and I will find you.
Rising winds tumble against me.
The drifting moods of heaven
have already passed through
many seasons. Bad luck.
I drunkenly tilt towards memories.
The last one lingers and I dip
my finger in and taste it. Sunrise
is warm against cold flesh.