Red Rain

This is my contribution to Hélène Vaillant’s “What do you see?”, challenge https://helenevaillant.com/2019/01/15/what-do-you-see-jan-15-2019/

I remember standing with you on the bridge over looking the centuries old city.

A winters night, we kept each other warm, arm in arm, the two of us against the world.

We spoke our dreams and set them free, stars lit upon our words, beaming fractals in the dark sky

It was raining lanterns, ha ha, remember, how we saw the lights as red rain pouring down upon the stone walkways?

We traveled worlds together, in our minds and in our steps. Our favorite places were deserts and isolated mountain ranges.

You were the dreamer

I the weaver

Yet I sit in reverie writing about you no longer here.

It could have been a “forever one” story, basking in the glory of us.

But God had other plans for you, your death untimely and deft.

Why is it the good die young?

I stare out the window looking over the other side of the bridge, counting the lanterns, tears flow with the red rain.

Wondering where your soul lives now.

Can we catch another ride on the pod in future time?

For now my heart mourns your beautiful eyes.

18 thoughts on “Red Rain

  1. “You were the dreamer

    I the weaver”

    Beautiful, Jordy. I loved the whole poem from start to finish. You should be very proud of this piece of writing.

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  2. Incredible passion in your heart! A very moving piece Jordy. It brought me back many years ago when my fiance died at the age of 21. Thank you for that.

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