I hear the rain dancing on my roof
and know it’s time for me to lay my
pen to rest and walk the night streets
of placid shades of blue.
Wrap my trench around a soul with
my fedora resting tipped slightly to the
front to catch the rain that beats upon
its brim and lick a droplet to feel its
wetness on my tongue.
I step into the night to dream of capturing
in flight the elusive blue butterfly of the rain
forest and let it work its magic healing power
on my wretched body wracked with pain
Slowly I walk the quiet streets so dimly lit
by lights of misty grey feeling the warmth
of knowing who I am and what I was and
now prepare to welcome death as it approaches
my front door.
Stepping into a shelter I pull a crumpled weed
from my vested pocket and find a match to strike
and light and suck the smoke deep as I cough it
to my lungs and feel relief for a pittance in time.
Walking and thinking of the yesterdays where two
hearts beat as one my Irish lass of long ago danced
with me in meadows of sweet-smelling musk touched
by angels trying to chase the eagle as it flew with
our loins in heat we lost the chase and laid
The dark casts shadows on the boardwalk as the rain
dances in the wind while sliding against a shivering
moonlit night I see my reflection in the rain, misery
takes me back to better days when writing was my life,
my hand slips shaking into my trench to palm the
whiskey flask and bring it to my lips.
I swig the fire it provides to heat and take away the chill
from my bones wiping my lips with the back of my
hand while staring out to sea.
The lighthouse in the distance with its beacon light
so bright leading mighty ships to safety as they struggle
in the pounding reefs offshore for many a ship have
found their grave in the belly of the deep.
While sailors songs can still be heard through the crashing
waves against the shore I know my life is ending now as
I walk through rains and storm towards my door of paled blue.
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