Heavy right? this day, and that day, and also that one,
feels like spirit only prefers light rain, that feels quiet, that feels serene and calm.

Do you know that sunset? when you feel like you've got a drenched heart, and the mizzle of blood becomes one with the art.

The flowering buds glitter, when it rains but there are no clouds,
the empryean seems so clear, as if not every rain has to be loud.

Do you like this rain? that rames in the gentle breeze,
where you feel empty like a ship sinking in the sea.

This language of sky is a reverie, as it seems to be lost in its own thoughts, it doesn't need words, it conveys through all, like a rhythm that doesn't need to be a song.

It feels greater, it feels more than that, it is a tale, a travelogue,
a journey from heaven to the bottom rock, and there is no more fall.

The solis still shines, radiates through ethereal skies,
a kind of bliss or joy in life, like nothing really matters yet it all feels alright.

© Imagine