Walking in the rain
I leave no tracks.
I don’t want to be found.
I want to live a day
where only I and time exist.
I want to look off
the edge of the world,
and be a virginal star,
and find out
what my heart is made of.
And after the rain
I can come back
and see with eyes
that belong to peace.
Understand places
without human folly
and disappointment.
And treasure love
for what I have found of it,
that we need absence
to understand
how we come together.