The Rain Barrel

Photo by elena

I know what it feels like

The golden, the orange, the red,

The colors that reach across a cloudy sky

And define that dangerous line

The space before the ground

The perilous feeling

Falling down…

I know the flames of feeling

Every bit of the green bleeding out into red veins

Streaming across the afternoon skies

Like a tantrum

I know that voice that never whispers

Hoping to land somewhere

Hoping to land

And I know the feeling of cold

I know the feeling of mingling on the cold dark edge

And feeling every bit of color dissolve

Across that surface so indifferent

Embracing and drowning every peace of the skeleton

That was

Remembering the sky

Remembering the limb that once connected

Now mourning, distant, unfeeling

I know what it feels to drown

Beneath the darkness

Each competing for the last bits of light

Dark, shapeless ghosts

Rise and fall

I know the steel walls

And the deep black sides

That keeps us silent

That keep our voices muffled

Under the surface

Remembering fall

Remembering the height of the sky

The blue, the rich colors

Before all color faded and died…

(A painting coming soon)