It is raining,
a gift from the clouds,
countless pearls
clear and cool,
penetrable,
moulding themselves to my shape
merge with me like a lover,
listen to my thoughts,
good friends
who soothe my soul,
softly flowing into me,
taking me away,
liquefied and purified until
I become a thousand diamonds,
shimmering gems the sun is painting
hurriedly in his favourite hues…
then I am the rain, the endless,
timeless giver of life,
feeling an invisible me,
made of water I thereto return,
vanish into an unknown existence,
into this indescribable
forever changing flow...



Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko GISC2052924 2007