The Last Rains

Nelson Guerreiro
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read

when the last rains
stop falling from heaven
and rest on earth —
clean skies, watery land —
life’s clarity ascends

from my room above the infinite
intimate afternoon happens
from the window to the stars
I travel from spectral countries
to secluded lands —
or maybe just hopeless places

the traveler is the journey
what we observe is not what we see
but what we are


Image from pixabay
Originally published at steemit.com on August 27, 2017.

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