Only the Rain

From rafters of memory And deep grim lodges Housed in siblings' far off game chambers Comes the rain, oh Lord And it reflects my tears, which originally grew in mirrors Oh windows of illusion And the rain fell, like ball bearings on a roulette wheel Eliminating the future And I saw ghosts, they were children Running through a cedar boulevard Into a wood They came to a gate and looked inside It was raining And they heard a soft moaning, warm and plural And the rain fell, on the lake, in the vast garden Faster and faster It was dark Suddenly children were everywhere Gliding along the lake, running through the trees The stars arranged themselves like an illuminated skipping rope The trees were rich and high, and mingled with the stars As jewels complement skin Come, jump across the lake Into he branches Higher than the clouds Let the rain fall From secret passageways And oak casements come these spirits Out of their sleepy silver webs They play with the forgotten animals at night And patter on our windows when we sleep Only the rain has such soft fingers Only the rain