I know (Rainsong)

I know it’s grey without tasting the rain.
I know clouds constantly moving along
without needing a reason to explain.

When it’s quiet I feel an ancient song,
not far away from where we linger now,
seeking my empty place where it belongs.

I know it’s too much, for the mind allows
slight watery veins to break open stone,
but not freedom of heart, not knowing how.

When it’s darkest and stars try to atone,
and pull at my insides dulling sweet pain
not understanding I want to know home.

No reason but floating on clouds we remain.
I know it’s grey without tasting the rain.