After the rain

Another thousand years and thousand times
My tears will walk the oceans with a breath of light,
Will voiceless sweep over the pockmarked hills
And flush in flowing frills.

And somewhere behind with timid steps
A rainbow appears, sorrows except.
The bright all-consuming proud sunlight
Will flood broken streets, already filled with spite.

While the clouds are stained with thick detachment
Cast their fragile shadows on the frozen paysage
Once scratched with brush forever he froze,
Stands obediently in immovable pose.

Absorbing displeasure of rare passers-by,
Digesting juicy splashes of the past
He obediently allows them to shuffle rudely
With worn boots over his delicate figure.
Scratch his hands with shards of broken bottles
Pour tons of dirt and debris on his shoulders

Was here before
And will be after
The tears are cheaters
Will save them carefully


Ann L.
Berlin, 19.05.21