this granite wave
woven into storm
and cold falling
velvet black rain
you never were to
understand strong secrets
beaten upon the sand
velvet black rain
6 responses to “velvet black rain”
I love the image of a wave of granite (both literally and metaphorically). We stand alone.
I think I have become like granite as I age, or an old tree — weathered and etched by wave and storm on a lost path abutting the sea.
Like a headstone, perhaps 🤣
Exactly so. 😊
Probably not far from my own – although I have a feeling that my name has been eroded away.
a shadow comes and places flowers there on rainy days and keeps it free of lichen and wear. Your name stands out from within the grey.
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