Jour De Pluie, Lille

 Among the cafés and bars, rain, like a ballet, pours in a great movement of kisses. Across the sky, a rainbows prayer dances from cloud to cloud, exuding pleasant perfumes of Spiritual flare. The scented wind animates the air like a singing rose, and, smelling the vision of its dream, I embrace the harmonic revelation!

Young and old pass one another, between heart and bone - Their charms rise in the alchemy of sound, the noise of which heightens the rain. Droplets fall on café tables like great pools of tears, which within tell of some breathless purity, beloved and everlasting.

In the grand square, people come and go - The smell of coffee, beer, and wine rise in the drenched breath of those coming and going, and those of romantic leanings crown their breath with a sigh. Ahh! I see the rain, like a mirror, run and play across Flemish rooftops - Their feet have an Ancient rhythm, bare as Silence.
On the windows, spots of rain rest in Astral shade - I hear echoes of Suns from old worlds, ringing with new Love.

Then, like the rain, I touch the earth, only to evolve and disappear.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful use of the language. I loved the complete poetry. Had the feel of the ancient writers. You allowed the reader to see the beauty of the world in your words. Thank you Danny for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote