Returns as Rain

Photo by Daoudi Aissa on Unsplash

Light

In drops the sky
as droplets to the eye,
during dawn partly beamed

Water

Can there be too much
of it — of a good thing?
Fire cannot be out-burned
by fire; what seems to be just
enough is just enough
in which to drown

Stone

That turquoise around your neck tastes
like an arrow shot from the centaur’s bow;
his heartbeats as feathers against tongue

Crystal

So let creation, then, soften,
melt to a pool of ether
that shocks like lightning
to the touch
before it returns as rain-
fall from the sun

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